. The poetical works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning ... r profoiuidly,—you, Maud, though you faltered a the sake of . what was it 1 an eyebrow ? or, still less, a mole on a cheek ? And since, when alls said, youre too noble to stoop to the frivolous cantAbout crimes irresistible, virtues that swindle, betray and supplant, I determined to prove to yourself that, whateer you might dream or illusion, you wanted precisely no more of me than you have now. There ! Look me in the face !—in the face. Understand, if you the eyes of such women as I am, are clean as the palm of a
. The poetical works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning ... r profoiuidly,—you, Maud, though you faltered a the sake of . what was it 1 an eyebrow ? or, still less, a mole on a cheek ? And since, when alls said, youre too noble to stoop to the frivolous cantAbout crimes irresistible, virtues that swindle, betray and supplant, I determined to prove to yourself that, whateer you might dream or illusion, you wanted precisely no more of me than you have now. There ! Look me in the face !—in the face. Understand, if you the eyes of such women as I am, are clean as the palm of a man. Drop his hand, you insult him. Avoid us for fear we should cost you a scar—You take us for harlots, I tell you, and not for the women we are. You wronged me : but then I considered , . theres Walter ! And so at th«^ end,I vowed that he should not be mulcted, by me, in the hand of a friend. Have I hurt you indeed ? We are quits then. Nay, friend of my Walter, b«i mine !Come, Dora, my darling, my angel, and help me to ask him to LAST POEMS. To Grateful Florence,^ to the Municipality, her Representative, and toTommaseo, its Spokesman, Most Gratefully. LITTLE MATTIE. AD ! Thirteen a month ago ! ihort and narrow her life s walk. vers love she could not know iven by a dream or talk : o young to be glad of youth ; Missing honor, labor, rest, d the warmth of a babes mouth Vt the blossom of her breast. 1st you pity her for this, d for all the loss it is— ti, her mother, with wet face, ving had all in your case ? t so young but yesternight,nTow she is as old as death, ek, obedient in your sight,Jentie to a beck or breathly on last Monday ! yours,^.nswering you like silver bells htly touched ! an hour matures :low can teach her nothing else. has seen the mystery hidder Egypts pyramid. those eyelids pale and close w she knows what Rhamses knows. >ss her quiet hands, and smooth)own her patient locks of silkjd and passive as in truth*ou your fingers in spilt milk!w
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