Love poems from the works of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning; . Innocence Is she not pure gold, my mistress?Holds earth aught—speal^ truth—above her ? ^£^m:. y LOVE POEMS 27 P^^^. ^f( jfrom Bramatic Eprics; SONGI. VTAY but you, who do not love her,Is she not pure gold, my mistress ?Holds earth aught—speak truth—above her ? Aught like this tress, see, and this this last fairest tress of all,So fair, see, ere I let it fall > , you spend your lives in praising; To praise, you search the wide world over:Then why not witness, calmly gazing, If earth holds aught

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Love poems from the works of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning; . Innocence Is she not pure gold, my mistress?Holds earth aught—speal^ truth—above her ? ^£^m:. y LOVE POEMS 27 P^^^. ^f( jfrom Bramatic Eprics; SONGI. VTAY but you, who do not love her,Is she not pure gold, my mistress ?Holds earth aught—speak truth—above her ? Aught like this tress, see, and this this last fairest tress of all,So fair, see, ere I let it fall > , you spend your lives in praising; To praise, you search the wide world over:Then why not witness, calmly gazing, If earth holds aught—speak truth—above her ?Above this tress, and this, I touchBut cannot praise, I love so much! —Tiflbert frowning

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