The Weakest Thing by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Weakest Thing by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness yonder? The cloud, a little wind can move Where’er it listeth? The wind, a little leaf above, Though sere, resisteth? What time that … Read More

Sonnet 44 from Sonnets from the Portuguese

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1850) Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through, And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back … Read More

A Valentine by Lewis Carroll

And cannot pleasures, while they last, Be actual unless, when past, They leave us shuddering and aghast, With anguish smarting? And cannot friends be firm and fast, And yet bear parting? And must I then, at Friendship’s call, Calmly resign the little all (Trifling, I grant, it is and small) … Read More

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