Poem of the day – Rosalinds Scroll by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I left thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years:I come to thee, a solemn corpse Which neither feels nor fears.I have no breath to use in sighs;They laid the dead-weights on mine eyes To seal them safe from tears.Look on me with thine own calm look: I meet ...
How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee ...
Lamb, The by William Blake Lamb, The
by William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell ...
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