{"1": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL\\nTHOUGHTS", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nOhai). Copyright No.\\nShelf- S__5\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "My thanks are due Messrs. Harper Brothers for\\ntheir courteous permission to reprint extracts from\\ntheir recently published volumes, The Letters of\\nRobert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett.\\n63\\nL?.4240.\\nCOPYRIGHT, 1900, BY\\nJAMES POTT CO\\n41 9 78\\nLibrary ^f Con^reac\\nvvo Copies Received\\nSEP 1 1900\\nCtfyngM entry\\nScCrm} COPY.\\nQii\\\\JiH DIVISION.\\nMt 6 1900", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "TO\\nWILLIAM EWEN SHIPP,\\nKilled while leading a charge on San Juan\\nHill, July ist, 1898.\\nO lover of my life, O soldier-saint,\\nNo work begun shall ever pause for death\\nLove will be helpful to me more and more\\nr the coming course, the new path I must\\ntread,\\nMy weak hand in thy strong hand, strong for\\nthat\\nTell him that if I seem without him now,\\nThat s the world s insight Oh, he under-\\nstands\\nThe Ring and the Book. ROBEET Beowning.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "JANUARY.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "January isf.\\nGrow old along with me -J\\nThe best is yet to be,\\nThe last of life, for which the first was made\\nOur times are in His hand\\nWho saith A whole I planned,\\nYouth shows but half; trust God see all,\\nnor be afraid\\nRabin Ben Ezra. R. B.\\nThe Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase,\\nLet no one be called happy till his death.\\nTo which I add, Let no one till his death\\nBe called unhappy. Measure not the work\\nUntil the day s out and the labor done.\\nAurora Leigh. ^E. B. B,\\nGod plants us where we grow.\\nThe Bing and the Book.\u00e2\u0080\u0094n. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJanuary 2d.\\nHow good is man s life, the mere living\\nhow fit to employ\\nAll the heart and the soul and the senses for-\\never in joy\\nDidst thou see the thin hands of thy mother,\\nheld up as men sung\\nThe low song of the nearly-departed, and\\nhear her faint tongue\\nJoining in while it could to the witness, Let\\none more attest,\\nT have lived, seen God s hand thro a life-\\ntime, and all was for the best\\nSaul.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nThere are nettles everywhere,\\nBut smooth green grasses are more common\\nstill\\nThe blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.\\nAurora Leigh, E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "FROM BBOWNINQ\\nJanuary }d.\\nI think we are too ready with complaint\\nIn this fair world of God s. Had we no\\nhope\\nIndeed beyond the zenith and the slope\\nOf yon grey bank of sky, we might be faint\\nTo muse upon eternity s constraint\\nRound our aspirant souls. But since the\\nscope\\nMust widen early, is it well to droop\\nFor a few days consumed in loss and taint\\nO pusillanimous Heart, be comforted,\\nAnd like a cheerful traveller, take the road.\\nSinging beside the hedge. What if the\\nbread\\nBe bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod\\nTo meet the flints? At least, it may be\\nsaid,\\nBecause the way is shorty I thank Thee,\\nGod\\nCheerfulness Taught by Reason. E. B. B.\\nRespect all such as sing when all alone.\\nFaracelaus, K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "10 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJanuary 4th.\\nTo have to do with nothing but the true,\\nThe good, the eternal and these, not alone\\nIn the main current of the general life.\\nBut small experiences of every day,\\nConcerns of the particular hearth and home\\nTo learn not only by a comet s rush\\nBut a rose s birth, not by the grandeur,\\nGod,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut the comfort, Christ.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nHe sets his virtues on so raised a shelf.\\nTo keep them at the grand millennial height.\\nHe has to mount a shelf to get at them\\nAnd meantime, lives on quite the common\\nway.\\nWith everybody s morals.\\nAurora Leigh, E. B. B.\\nJanuary ^th.\\nThat low man seeks a little thing to do.\\nSees it and does it\\nThis high man, with a great thing to pursue,\\nDies ere he knows it.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 11\\nThat low man goes on adding one to one,\\nHis hundred s soon hit\\nThis high man, aiming at a miUion,\\nMisses an unit.\\nThat, has the world here should he need\\nthe next,\\nLet the world mind him\\nThis, throws himself on God, and unper-\\nplexed\\nSeeking shall find Him.\\nA Orammarian 8 Funeral. R. B.\\nAnd truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJanuary 6th.\\nWe sate among the stalls at Bethlehem,\\nThe dumb kine from their fodder turning\\nthem.\\nSoftened their horned faces\\nTo almost human gazes\\nToward the newly Born.\\nThe simple shepherds from the starlit brooks\\nBrought visionary looks,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAs yet in their astonished hearing rung\\nThe strange, sweet angel-tongue.\\nThe magi of the East, in sandals worn.\\nKnelt reverent, sweeping round,\\nAVith long pale beards their gifts upon the\\nground,\\nThe incense, myrrh and gold.\\nThese baby hands were impotent to hold.\\nSo, let all earthlies and celestials wait\\nUpon thy royal state\\nSleep, sleep, my kingly One\\nThe Virgin Mary to the Child Jema.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nJanuary yth.\\nGreat is he\\nWho uses his greatness for all.\\nhappy is he,\\nOf whom (himself among the dead\\nAnd silent, this word shall be said\\nThat he might have had the world with him,\\nBut chose to side with suffering men,\\nAnd had the world against him.\\nNapoleon III. in Italy,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 13\\nThink, when our one soul understands\\nThe great Word which makes all things\\nnew,\\nWhen earth breaks up and heaven expands,\\nHow will the change strike me and you\\nIn the house not made with hands\\nBy the Fireside,\u00e2\u0080\u0094^. B.\\nJanuary 8th,\\nBut to go back to the view of life with the\\nblind hopes you are not to think whatever\\nI may have written or implied that I lean\\neither to the philosophy or affectation which\\nbeholds the world through darkness instead\\nof light, and speaks of it wailingly. Now\\nGod forbid that it should be so with me. I\\nam not desponding by nature, and after a\\ncourse of bitter mental discipline and long\\nbodily seclusion, I come out with two learnt\\nlessons (as I sometimes say and oftener feel,)\\n^the wisdom of cheerfulness and the duty\\nof social intercourse. Anguish has instructed\\nme in joy, and solitude in society; it has", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nbeen a wholesome and not unnatural reac-\\ntion. And altogether, I may say that the\\nearth looks the brighter to me in proportion\\nto my own deprivations. The laburnum\\ntrees and rose trees are plucked up by the\\nroots but the sunshine is in their places, and\\nthe root of the sunshine is above the storms.\\nFrom The Letters of Bobet-t Browning mid Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\nJanuary pth.\\nBut friends,\\nTruth is within ourselves it takes no rise\\nFrom outward things, whate er you may be-\\nlieve\\nThere is an inmost centre in us all,\\nWhere truth abides in fullness and around\\nWall upon wall, the gross flesh hems in it,\\nThis perfect, clear perception which is truth\\nA baffling and perverting carnal mesh\\nBlinds it and makes all error; and fo\\nknow^\\nRather consists in opening out a way", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 15\\nWhence the imprisoned splendor may escape,\\nThan in effecting entrance for a light\\nSupposed to be without.\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\ncognizant of life\\nBeyond this blood-beat, passionate for truth\\nBeyond these senses.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJanuary loth.\\nPleasures, pains affect mankind\\nJust as they affect myself? Why, here s my\\nneighbor color-blind,\\nEyes like mine to all appearance green as\\ngrass do I affirm?\\nRed as grass he contradicts me which\\nemploys the proper term\\nWere we two the earth s sole tenants, with no\\nthird for referee.\\nHow should I distinguish? Just so, God\\nmust judge *twixt man and me.\\nLa Saisiaz. R. B.\\nNow, who shall arbitrate\\nTen men love what I hate,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "16 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nShun what I follow, slight what I receive\\nTen, who in ears and eyes\\nMatch me we all surmise,\\nThey, this thing, and I, that whom shall my\\nsoul believe?\\nBahU Ben Ezra, R. B.\\nJanuary nth.\\nO we live, O we live\\nAnd this life that we perceive.\\nIs a great thing and a grave,\\nWhich for others* use we have,\\nDuty-laden to remain.\\nWe are helpers, fellow-creatures,\\nOf the right against the wrong.\\nWe are earnest-hearted teachers\\nOf the truth that maketh strong.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nHow the world is made for each of us\\nHow all we perceive and know in it\\nTends to some moment s product thus,\\nWhen a soul declares itself to wit.\\nBy its fruit, the thing it does\\nBy the Fireside, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 17\\nJanuary 12th.\\nAll we have willed or hoped or dreamed of\\ngood, shall exist\\nNot its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor\\ngood, nor power\\nWhose voice has gone forth, but each sur-\\nvives for the melodist\\nWhen eternity affirms the conception of an\\nhour.\\nThe high that proved too high, the heroic for\\nearth too hard.\\nThe passion that left the ground to lose itself\\nin the sky,\\nAre music sent up to God by the lover and\\nthe bard\\nEnough that He heard it once: we shall\\nhear it by and by.\\nAnd what is our failure here but a triumph s\\nevidence\\nFor the fullness of the days? Have we\\nwithered or agonized", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "18 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nWhy else was the pause prolonged but that\\nsinging might issue thence\\nWhy rushed the discords in, but that har-\\nmony should be prized\\nAM Vogler.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nJanuary ijth.\\nOh you,\\nEarth s tender and impassioned few,\\nTake courage to entrust your love\\nTo Him so named, who guards above\\nIts ends and shall fulfill\\nBreaking the narrow prayers that may\\nBefit your narrow hearts, away\\nIn His broad, loving will.\\nIsobeVa Child.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nAnd, all day, I sent prayer like incense up\\nTo God the strong, God the beneficent,\\nGod ever mindful in all strife and strait.\\nWho, for our own good, makes the need ex-\\ntreme.\\nTill at the last He puts forth might and saves.\\nThe Ming and the Book. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 19\\nJanuary 14th.\\nWhen a soul has seen\\nBy means of the Evil that Good is best,\\nAnd, through earth and its noises, what is\\nheaven s serene,\\nWhen our faith in the same has stood the\\ntest\\nWhy, the child grown man, you burn the rod,\\nThe uses of labor are surely done\\nThere remaineth a rest for the people of God.\\nOld Pictures in Florence. R. B.\\nAy, men may wonder while they scan\\nA living, thinking, feehng man.\\nConfirmed in such a rest to keep\\nBut angels say, and through the word\\nI think their happy smile is heard\\nHe giveth His beloved sleep\\nThe Sleep.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Ys. B. B.\\nJanuary i^th.\\nLet us be content, in work.\\nTo do the thing we can, and not presume,\\nTo fret because it s little. Twill employ", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nSeven men, they say, to make a perfect pin\\nWho makes the head, content to miss the\\npoint.\\nWho makes the point, agreed to leave the\\njoin\\nAnd if a man should cry, I want a pin,\\nAnd I must make it straightway, head and\\npoint,\\nHis wisdom is not worth the pin he wants.\\nSeven men to a pin, and not a man too\\nmuch\\nSeven generations, haply, to this world,\\nTo right it visibly a finger s breadth,\\nAnd mend its rents a little.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nAll service ranks the same with God.\\nPippa Passes. R. B.\\nJanuary i6th.\\nAnd God knows who sees us twain,\\nChild at childish leisure,\\nI am near as tired of pain\\nAs you seem of pleasure", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 21\\nVery soon too, by His grace\\nGently wrapt around me,\\nShall I show as calm a face,\\nShall I sleep as soundly\\nDiffering in this, that you\\nClasp your playthings sleeping,\\nWhile my hand shall drop the few\\nGiven to my keeping\\nDiffering in this, that\\nSleeping shall be colder,\\nAnd in waking presently,\\nBrighter to beholder\\nSleeping and Watching. E. B. B.\\nJanuary lylh.\\nWhen grief came upon grief, I was never\\ntempted to ask How have I deserved this\\nof God, as sufferers sometimes do I always\\nfelt there must be cause enough cor-\\nruption enough, needing purification\\nweakness enough, needing strengthening\\nnothing of the chastisement could\\ncome without cause and need. But in this\\ndifferent hour, when joy follows joy, and", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nGod makes me happy, as you say, through\\nyou I cannot repress the How\\nhave I deserved this of Him? I know I\\nhave not I know I do not.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Broioning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by\\nHarper Brothers.\\nApologize for atheism, not love\\nFor me, I do believe in love and God.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJanuary i8th.\\nThou, in the daily building of thy tower.\\nWhether in fierce and sudden spasms of toil,\\nOr through dim lulls of unapparent growth.\\nOr when the general work mid good acclaim\\nClimbed with the eye to cheer the architect.\\nDidst ne er engage in work for mere work s\\nsake\\nHadst ever in thy heart the luring hope\\nOf some eventual rest a-top of it.\\nThe vulgar saw thy tower, thou sawest the sun.\\nCleon,\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 23\\nEarth s crammed with heaven,\\nAnd every common bush afire with God\\nBut only he who sees, takes off his shoes,\\nThe rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,\\nAnd daub their natural faces unaware\\nMore and more from the first similitude.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJanuary igth.\\nFriend-making, everywhere friend-finding\\nsoul.\\nFit for the sunshine, so it followed him.\\nA happy- tempered bringer of the best\\nOut of the worst; who bears with what s\\npast cure,\\nAnd puts so good a face on t wisely passive\\nWhere action s foolish, while he remedies\\nIn silence what the foolish rail against.\\nA SouVs Tragedy.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.\\nHow soon a smile of God can change the\\nworld\\nHow we are made for happiness how work\\nGrows play, adversity a winning fight 1", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nTrue, I have lost so many years what then\\nMany remain God has been very good.\\nIn a Balcony, R. B.\\nJanuary 20th.\\nIs it so helpful to thee Canst thou take\\nThe mimic up, nor, for the true thing s sake.\\nPut gently by such efforts at a beam\\nIs the remainder of the way so long\\nThou need St the little solace, thou the strong\\nWatch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and\\ndream\\nAny Wife to Any Husband. R. B.\\nHeaven s sweet life renews earth s life\\nWith which we re tired, my heart and I.\\n3Iy Heart and I.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nTis only when they spring to heaven that angels\\nReveal themselves to you they sit all day\\nBeside you, and lie down at night by you.\\nWho care not for their presence, muse or\\nsleep\\nAnd all at once they leave you and you know\\nthem!\\nParacelsus. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 25\\nJanuary 21st\\nWe overstate the ills of life, and take\\nImagination, given us to bring down\\nThe choirs of singing angels overshone\\nBy God s clear glory, down our earth to rake\\nThe dismal snows instead.\\nExaggeration. E. B, B.\\nHow soon all worldly wrong would be re-\\npaired\\nI think how I should view the earth and\\nskies\\nAnd sea, when once again my brow was bared\\nAfter thy healing, with such different eyes.\\nO world, as God has made it All is beauty\\nAnd knowing this, is love, and love is duty.\\nWhat further may be sought for or declared\\nThe Guardian- Angel. R. B.\\nJanuary 22d.\\nWitness, Dear and True, how little was I\\nware of not your worth\\nThat I knew, my heart assures me Dut of\\nwhat a shade on earth", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nWould the passage from my presence of the\\ntall white figure throw\\nO er the ways we walked together Some-\\nwhat narrow, somewhat slow,\\nUsed to seem the ways, the walking narrow\\nways are well to tread\\nWhen there s moss beneath the footstep,\\nhoneysuckle overhead\\nYes, I knew but not with knowledge such\\nas thrills me while I view\\nYonder precinct which henceforward holds\\nand hides the Dear and True.\\nGrant me (once again) assurance we shall\\neach meet each some day,\\nWalk but with how bold a footstep on a\\nway but what a way\\nWorst were best, defeat were triumph,\\nutter loss were utmost gain.\\nCan it be, and must, and will it\\nLa Saisiaz. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 27\\nJanuary 2}d.\\nBut I, not privileged to see a saint\\nOf old when such walked earth with crown\\nand palm,\\nIf I call saint what saints call something\\nelse\\nThe saints must bear with me, impute the fault\\nTo a soul i the bud, so starved by ignorance,\\nStinted of warmth, it will not blow this year\\nNor recognize the orb which Spring-flowers\\nknow.\\nBut if meanwhile some insect with a heart\\nWorth floods of lazy music, spendthrift joy\\nSome firefly renounced Spring for my\\ndwarfed cup,\\nCrept close to me with lustre for the dark,\\nComfort against the cold, what though excess\\nOf comfort should miscall the creature sun\\nWhat did the sun to hinder while harsh hands\\nPetal by petal, crude and colorless,\\nTore me? This one heart brought me all\\nthe Spring\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJanuary 24th.\\nIf God is not too great for little cares,\\nIs any creature, because gone to God\\nThe human spirits feel the human way,\\nAnd hate the unreasoning awe which waves\\nthem off\\nFrom possible communion.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nNow God be thanked for years enwrought\\nWith love which softens yet\\nNow God be thanked for every thought\\nWhich is so tender it has caught\\nEarth s guerdon of regret\\nEarth saddens, never shall remove,\\nAffections purely given\\nAnd e en that mortal grief shall prove\\nThe immortality of love\\nAnd brighten it with Heaven\\nThe Pet-Name.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nJanuary 2^th.\\nTell me is it your opinion that when the\\nApostle Paul saw the unspeakable things be-", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 29\\ning snatched up into the third Heavens,\\nwhether in the body or out of the body he\\ncould not tell, is it your opinion that, all\\nthe week after, he worked particularly hard\\nat the tent-making\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliz-\\nabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\nI but open my eyes, and perfection, no\\nmore and no less,\\nIn the kind I imagined, full-fronts me, and\\nGod is seen God\\nIn the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the\\nsoul and the clod.\\nAnd thus looking within and around me, I\\never renew,\\n(With that stoop of the soul which in bend-\\ning, upraises it too)\\nThe submission of man s nothing-perfect to\\nGod s all-complete,\\nAs by each new obeisance in spirit, I climb\\nto His feet.\\nSaul.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJanuary 26th.\\nEchoes die off, scarcely reverberate\\nForever, why should ill keep echoing ill,\\nAnd never let our ears have done with noise\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nTruth is fair should we forego it\\nCan we sigh right for a wrong\\nGod Himself is the best Poet,\\nAnd the Real is His song.\\nSing His Truth out fair and full,\\nAnd secure His beautiful.\\nWhat is true and just and honest,\\nWhat is lovely, what is pure\\nAll of praise that hath admonish d\\nAll of virtue shall endure.\\n2%e Dead P\u00c2\u00abn.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nJanuary 2yth.\\nMen define a man,\\nThe creature who stands frontward to the\\nstars.\\nThe creature who looks inward to himself,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 31\\nThe tool-wright, laughing creature. Tis\\nenough\\nWe ll say, instead, the inconsequent creature,\\nman.\\nFor that s his specialty. What creature else\\nConceives the circle, and then walks the\\nsquare\\nLoves things proved bad, and leaves a thing\\nproved good\\nAlas, long-suffering and most patient God,\\nThou need st be surelier God to bear with us\\nThan even to have made us\\nSustain me, that with Thee I walk these\\nwaves,\\nResisting breathe me upward, Thou in me\\nAspiring, who art the way, the truth, the\\nlife,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat no truth henceforth seem indifferent,\\nNo way to truth laborious.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJanuary 28th.\\nSo what is there to frown or smile at\\nWhat is left for us, save, in growth\\nOf soul, to rise up, far past both,\\nFrom the gift looking to the giver,\\nAnd from the cistern to the river,\\nAnd from the finite to infinity.\\nAnd from man s dust to God s divinity\\nTake all in a word the truth in God s breast\\nLies trace for trace upon ours impressed\\nThough He is so bright and we so dim,\\nWe are made in His image to witness Him.\\nChristmas-Eve and Easter-Day. R. B.\\nFor all, love greatens and glorifies\\nTill God s aglow, to the loving eyes,\\nIn what was mere earth before.\\nJames Lee s Wife.\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.\\nJanuary igth.\\nGet leave to work.\\nIn this world, tis the best you get at all\\nFor God, in cursing, gives us better gifts", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 33\\nThan men in benediction. God says,\\nSweat\\nFor foreheads, men say crowns and\\nso we are crowned,\\nAy, gashed by some tormenting circle of steel\\nWhich snaps with a secret spring. Get\\nwork get work\\nBe sure tis better than what you work to get.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nWhen a man s busy, why, leisure\\nStrikes him as wonderful pleasure\\nFaith, and at leisure once is he\\nStraightway he wants to be busy.\\nThe Glove.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.\\nJanuary }oth.\\nHe will live, nay, it pleaseth him to live\\nSo long as God please, and just how God\\nplease.\\nHe even seeketh not to please God more\\n(Which meaneth, otherwise) than as God\\nplease.\\nAn Epistle,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nLet that old life seem mine no more\\nWith limitation as before,\\nWith darkness, hunger, toil, distress:\\nBe all the earth a wilderness\\nOnly let me go on, go on,\\nStill hoping ever and anon\\nTo reach one eve the Better Land\\nChriatmas-Eve and Easter-Day. R. B.\\nJanuary jist.\\nGod lent him and takes him, you\\nsigh\\nNay, there let me break with your pain.\\nGod s generous in giving, say I,\\nAnd the thing which He gives, I deny\\nThat He ever can take back again.\\nHe lends not, but gives to the end.\\nAs He loves to the end. If it seem\\nThat He draws back a gift, comprehend\\nTis to add to it rather amend,\\nAnd finish it up to your dream,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 35\\nSo look up, friends You who indeed\\nHave possessed in your house a sweet piece\\nOf the heaven which men strive for, must\\nneed\\nBe more earnest than others are, speed\\nWhere they loiter, persist where they cease.\\nOnly a Curl.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "FEBRUARY.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "February ist\\nIn my own heart love had not been made\\nwise\\nTo trace love s faint beginnings in mankind,\\nTo know even hate is but a mask of love s,\\nTo see a good in evil, and a hope\\nIn ill-success to sympathize, be proud\\nOf their half-reasons, faint aspirings, dim\\nStruggles for truth, their poorest fallacies,\\nTheir prejudice, and fears, and cares, and\\ndoubts\\nWhich all touch upon nobleness, despite\\nTheir error, all tend upwardly, though weak,\\nLike plants in mines which never saw the\\nsun.\\nBut dream of him, and guess where he may\\nbe,\\nAnd do their best to climb and get to him.\\nAll this I knew not, and I failed.\\nParacelsus. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFebruary 2d.\\nI am not proud meek angels, ye invest\\nNew meeknesses to hear such utterance\\nrest\\nOn mortal lips, I am not proud not\\nproud\\nAlbeit in my flesh God sent His Son,\\nAlbeit over Him my head is bowed\\nAs others bow before Him, still mine heart\\nBows lower than their knees. O centuries\\nThat roll, in vision, your futurities\\nMy future grave athwart,\\nWhose murmurs seem to reach me while I\\nkeep\\nWatch o er this sleep,\\nSay of me as the Heavenly said, **Thou\\nart\\nThe blessedest of women blessedest.\\nNot holiest, not noblest no high name.\\nWhose height misplaced may pierce me like\\na shame,\\nWhen I sit meek in heaven\\nThe Virgin Mary to the Child Jesus. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 41\\nFebruary jd.\\nO my God,\\nHow sick we must be, ere we make men\\njust\\nI think it frets the saints in heaven to see\\nHow many desolate creatures on the earth\\nHave learned the simple dues of fellowship\\nAnd social comfort, in a hospital\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nEarth surely now may give her calm to whom\\nshe gave her anguish.\\nO poets from a maniac s tongue was poured\\nthe deathless singing\\nO Christians at your cross of hope, a hope-\\nless hand was clinging\\nO men this man in brotherhood your weary\\npaths beguiling,\\nGroaned inly while he taught you peace, and\\ndied while ye were smiling\\nCowper^s Grave. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "J\\n42 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFebruary 4th.\\nIn youth I looked to these very skies,\\nAnd probing their immensities,\\nI found God there, His visible power\\nYet felt in my heart, amid all its sense\\nOf the power, an equal evidence\\nThat His love, there too, was the nobler dower.\\nFor the loving worm within its clod,\\nWere diviner than a loveless god\\nAmid his worlds, I will dare to say.\\nChristmas- Eve and Easter-Day. R. B.\\nAh, but a man s reach should exceed his\\ngrasp,\\nOr what s a heaven for\\nMen and Women. R. B.\\nFebruary ^th.\\nAll are not taken there are left behind\\nLiving Beloveds, tender looks to bring,\\nAnd make the daylight still a happy thing,\\nAnd tender voices to make soft the wind.\\nBut if it were not so if I could find\\nNo love in all the world for comforting,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 43\\nNor any path but hollowly did ring,\\nWhere dust to dust the love from life\\ndisjoined\\nAnd if before these sepulchres unmoving\\nI stood alone, (as some forsaken lamb\\nGoes bleating up the moors in weary dearth)\\nCrying Where are ye, O my loved and\\nloving\\nI know a Voice would sound, Daughter, I am.\\nCan I suffice for Heaven, and not for earth\\nConsolation. E. B. B.\\nFebruary 6th.\\nThere is more in the soul than rises to the\\nsurface and meets the eye whatever does\\nthat, is for this world s immediate uses and\\nwere this world all, all in us would be pro-\\nducible and available for use, as it is with\\nthe body now but with the soul, what is to\\nbe developed afterward is the main thing,\\nand instinctively asserts its rights.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrother.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nsouls shall rise in their degree\\nButterflies may dread extinction, you ll not\\ndie, it cannot be.\\nA Toccata of GaluppVa. R. B.\\nFebruary yth.\\nAnd from thy soul, which fronts the future\\nso,\\nWith unabashed and unabated gaze,\\nTeach me to hope for, what the Angels know,\\nWhen they smile clear as thou dost. Down\\nGod s ways.\\nWith just alighted feet between the snow\\nAnd snowdrops, where a little lamb may\\ngaze,\\nThou hast no fear, my lamb, about the road.\\nAlbeit in our vainglory we assume\\nThat, less than we have, thou hast learnt of\\nGod.\\nHowe er the uneasy world is vexed and\\nwroth,\\nYoung children, lifted high on parent souls,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 45\\nLook round them with a smile upon the\\nmouth,\\nAnd take for music every bell that tolls.\\nWho said we should be better if like these\\nAnd we sit murmuring for the future though\\nPosterity is smiling on our knees,\\nConvicting us of folly Let us go\\nWe will trust God.\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nFebruary 8th.\\nYou learned to submit is a mortal s duty.\\nWhen I say you tis the common soul,\\nThe collective, I mean the race of Man\\nThat receives life in parts to live in a whole,\\nAnd grow here according to God s clear plan.\\nTis a lifelong toil till our lump be leaven\\nThe better What s come to perfection per-\\nishes.\\nThings learned on earth, we shall practice in\\nheaven\\nWorks done least rapidly, Art most cherishes.\\nThyself shalt afford the example, Giotto", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThy one work, not to decrease or diminish,\\nDone at a stroke, was just (was it not)\\nThy great Campanile is still to finish.\\nOld Pictures in Florence. K. B.\\nFebruary gth.\\nSo oft the doing of God s will\\nOur foolish wills undoeth\\nAnd yet what idle dream breaks ill,\\nWhich morning light subdueth\\nAnd who would murmur or misdoubt,\\nWhen God s great sunrise finds him out\\nAn Island.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nWhen graver, meeker thoughts are given,\\nAnd I have learnt to lift my face,\\nReminded how earth s greenest place\\nThe color draws from heaven,\\nIt something saith for earthly pain,\\nBut more for heavenly promise free,\\nThat I who was, would shrink to be\\nThat happy child again.\\nThe Deserted Garden.-^E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 47\\nFebruary loth.\\nWe of these latter days, with greater mind\\nThan our forerunners, since more composite,\\nLook not so great, beside their simple way,\\nTo a judge who only sees one way at once,\\nOne mind-point and no other at a time,\\nCompares the small part of a man of us\\nAVith some whole man of the heroic age.\\nGreat in his way, not ours, nor meant for\\nours.\\nAnd ours is greater, had we skill to know.\\nCleon\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.\\nWe do not serve the dead the past is past\\nGod hves, and lifts His glorious mornings up\\nBefore the eyes of men, awake at last.\\nCasa Guidi Windoivs. E. B. B.\\nFebruary nth.\\nFor I, a man, with men am linked.\\nAnd not a brute with brutes no gain\\nThat I experience, must remain\\nUnshared but should my best endeavor\\nTo share it, fail subsisteth ever", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nGod s care above, and I exult,\\nThat God, by God s own ways occult,\\nMay doth, I will believe bring back\\nAll wanderers to a single track.\\nChristmas Eve. R. B.\\nIf he strained too wide,\\nIt was not to take honor but give help\\nThe gesture was heroic. If his hand\\nAccomplished nothing (well, it is not\\nproved)\\nThat empty hand thrown impotently out\\nWere sooner caught, I think, by One in\\nheaven\\nThan many a hand that reaped a harvest in.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nFebruary 12th.\\nIf we whose virtue is so weak, should have a\\nwill so strong.\\nAnd stand blind on the rocks, to choose the\\nright path from the wrong", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 49\\nTo choose perhaps a love-lit hearth, instead\\nof love and Heaven,\\nA single rose, for a rose-tree, which beareth\\nseven times seven\\nA rose that droppeth from the hand, that\\nfadeth in the breast,\\nUntil, in grieving for the worst, we learn\\nwhat is the best\\nThe Lay of the Brown Rosary. E. B. B.\\nI wish indeed God s kingdom come\\nThe day when I shall see appear\\nHis bidding, as my duty, clear\\nFrom doubt\\nChristmas-Eve and Easter- Day. R. B.\\nFebruary ijth.\\nYouth is the time our youth,\\nTo think and to decide on a great course\\nAge with its action follows but tis dreary\\nTo have to alter one s whole life in age\\nThe time past, the strength gone\\nStrafford.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nPause here upon this strip of time\\nAllotted you out of eternity\\nKing Victor and King Charles. R. B.\\nGod, set our feet low and our forehead high,\\nAnd show us how a man is made to walk\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nFebruary 14th.\\nWhoever lives true life, will love true love.\\nAurora Leigh. E, B. B.\\nWhosoever says\\nTo a loyal woman Love and work with\\nme,\\nWill get fair answers if the work and love\\nBeing good themselves, are good for her\\nthe best\\nShe was born for.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nGod be thanked, the meanest of His creatures\\nBoasts two soul-sides, one to face the world\\nwith.\\nOne to show a woman when he loves her\\nOne Word More.\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 51\\nFebruary i^th.\\nAnd was I so far wrong\\nIn hope and in illusion, when I took\\nThe woman to be nobler than the man,\\nYourself the noblest woman, in the use\\nAnd comprehension of what love is, love,\\nThat generates the likeness of itself\\nThrough all heroic duties so far wrong.\\nIn saying bluntly, venturing truth on love,\\nCome, human creature, love and work with\\nme,\\nInstead of Lady, thou art wondrous fair,\\nTurn round and love me, or I die of\\nlove?\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nA simple woman who believes in love\\nAnd owns the right of love because she\\nloves,\\nAnd hearing she s beloved, is satisfied\\nWith what contents God.\\nIbid,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFebruary i6th.\\nAll at once I looked up with terror.\\nHe was there.\\nHe Himself with His human air,\\nOn the narrow pathway, just before.\\nI saw the back of Him, no more\\nNo face only the sight\\nOf a sweepy garment, vast and white,\\nWith a hem that I could recognize.\\nI felt no terror, no surprise\\nI remember, He did say\\nDoubtless, that, to this world s end,\\nWhere two or three should meet and\\npray.\\nHe would be in the midst, their friend\\nCertainly He was there with them\\nAnd my pulses leaped for joy\\nOf the golden thought without alloy,\\nThat I saw His very vesture s hem.\\nChristmas-Eve and Easter- Day. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 53\\nFebruary lyth.\\nSoul of mine, hadst thou caught and\\nheld\\nBy the hem of the vesture\\nAnd I caught\\nAt the flying robe, and unrepelled\\nWas lapped again in its folds full-fraught\\nWith warmth and wonder and delight,\\nGod s mercy being infinite.\\nSo He said, so it befalls.\\nGod Who registers the cup\\nOf mere cold water, for His sake\\nTo a disciple rendered up,\\nDisdains not His own thirst to slake\\nAt the poorest love was ever offered\\nAnd because my heart I proffered.\\nWith true love trembling at the brim,\\nHe suffers me to follow Him\\nForever, my own way.\\nChristmas-Eve and Easter-Day. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFebruary i8th.\\nThere is no God, the foolish saith,\\nBut none, There is no sorrow\\nAnd nature oft, the cry of faith.\\nIn bitter need will borrow\\nEyes which the preacher could not school.\\nBy wayside graves are raised\\nAnd lips say, God be pitiful,\\nWho ne er said God be praised.\\nBe pitiful, O God\\nAnd soon all vision waxeth dull\\nMen whisper, He is dying\\nWe cry no more, Be pitiful\\nWe have no strength for crying\\nNo strength, no need Then, Soul of\\nmine,\\nLook up and triumph rather\\nLo in the depths of God s Divine,\\nThe Son adjures the Father\\nBe pitiful, O God\\nThe Cry of the Human.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 55\\nFebruary ipth.\\nTis not what man Does which exalts him,\\nbut what man Would do\\nSee the King I would help him but cannot,\\nthe wishes fall through.\\nCould I wrestle to raise him from sorrow,\\ngrow poor to enrich,\\nTo fill up his life, starve my own out, I would\\nknowing which,\\nI know that my service is perfect.\\nSaul.--R. B.\\nWhat, my soul? see thus far and no far-\\nther when doors great and small,\\nNine-and-ninety flew ope at our touch, should\\nthe hundredth appall\\nIn the least things have faith, yet distrust in\\nthe greatest of all\\nDo I find love so full in my nature, God s\\nultimate gift,\\nThat I doubt His own love can compete with\\nit Here, the parts shift\\nHere, the creature surpass the Creator, the\\nend, what Began", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nWould I fain in my impotent yearning do all\\nfor this man,\\nAnd dare doubt He alone shall not help him,\\nWho yet alone can\\nSaul.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nFebruary 20th.\\nAs the birds sang in the branches,\\nSing God s patience through my soul\\nHector in the Garden. E. B. B.\\nGod gives patience. Love learns strength.\\nAnd Faith remembers promise\\nAnd Hope itself can smile at length\\nOn other hopes gone from us.\\nA Child s Grave at Florence.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nLive and love,\\nDoing both nobly, because lowlily\\nLive and work, strongly, because patiently\\nWith constant prayers\\nFasten your souls so high, that constantly\\nThe smile of your heroic cheer may float\\nAbove all floods of earthly agonies,\\nPurification being the joy of pain\\nA Drama of Exile, E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 57\\nFebruary 21st.\\nWeakness never needs be falseness truth\\nis truth in each degree\\nThunderpealed by God to Nature, whis-\\npered by my soul to me.\\nNay, the weakness turns to strength and tri-\\numphs in a truth beyond\\nMine is but man s truest answer how were\\nit did God respond?\\nLa Saisiaz. R. B.\\nI love love: truth s no cleaner thing than love.\\nWhat, love and /ie\\nNay go to the opera your love s curable.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nTruth is the strong thing. Let man s life be\\ntrue\\naspire to live as these\\nIn harmony with truth, ourselves being true\\nIn a Balcony. R. B,\\nFebruary 22d.\\nSome natures catch no plagues.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "58 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nWe that had loved him so, followed him,\\nhonored him,\\nLived in his mild and magnificent eye.\\nLearned his great language, caught his clear\\naccents,\\nMade him our pattern to live and to die\\nThe Lost Leader. R. B,\\nStill bettered more, the more remembered.\\nThe Ring and the Book.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nAll actual heroes are essential men.\\nAnd all men possible heroes.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nFebruarv 2^d.\\nHeart and will are great things, but\\nafter all we carry a barrowful of clay about\\nwith us, and we must carry it a little care-\\nfully if we mean to keep to the path and not\\nrun zigzag into the border of the garden.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by\\nHarper Brothers.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 59\\nSouls were dangerous things to carry straight\\nThrough all the spilt saltpetre of the world.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nTis an awkward thing to play with souls,\\nAnd matter enough to save one s own.\\nA Light Woman. R. B.\\nFebruary 24th.\\nThere is a way\\nTis hard for flesh to tread therein, imbued\\nWith frailty hopeless, if indulgence first\\nHave ripened inborn germs of sin to strength\\nWilt thou adventure, for My sake and\\nman s,\\nApart from all reward? And last it\\nbreathed\\nBe happy, my good soldier, I am by thee\\nBe sure, even to the end I answered\\nnot,\\nKnowing Him. As He spoke, I was endued\\nWith comprehension and a steadfast will\\nAnd when He ceased, my brow was sealed\\nHis own.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "60 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nIf there took place no special change in me,\\nHow comes it all things wore a different hue\\nThenceforward\\nFaracelans. R. B.\\nFebruary 2^th.\\nIn the beginning when God called all good,\\nEven then was evil near us, it is writ.\\nBut we indeed who call things good and fair,\\nThe evil is upon us while we speak\\nDeliver us from evil, let us pray.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nThere began a yelp here, a bark there,\\nMisunderstanding creatures that were wroth\\nAnd vexed themselves and us till we retired.\\nThe hovel is life no matter what dogs bit\\nOr cats scratched in the hovel I break from,\\nAll outside is lone field, moon and such\\npeace\\nFlowing in, filling up as with a sea\\nWhereon comes Someone, walks fast on the\\nwhite,\\nJesus Christ s self.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 61\\nFebruary 26th.\\nLet us not always say\\nSpite of this flesh to-day\\nI strove, made head, gained ground upon the\\nwhole!\\nAs the bird wings and sings,\\nLet us cry All good things\\nAre ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now,\\nthan flesh helps soul\\nTherefore I summon age\\nTo grant youth s heritage.\\nLife s struggle having so far reached its term\\nThence shall I pass, approved\\nA man, for aye removed\\nFrom the developed brute a God though in\\nthe germ.\\nRaUi Ben Ezra.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nFebruary 2yth.\\nThere s a world of capability\\nFor joy, spread round about us, meant for us,\\nInviting us.\\nCleon.\u00e2\u0080\u0094^. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nCapacity for joy\\nAdmits temptation.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nRemember that as you owe your unscathed\\njoy to God, you should pay it back to His\\nworld.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\nMaker and High Priest,\\nI ask Thee not my joys to multiply,\\nOnly make me worthier of the least.\\nAdequacy. E. B. B.\\nFebruary 28th.\\nGod, God\\nWith a child s voice I cry\\nWeak, sad, confidingly,\\nGod, God\\nThou knowest eyelids raised not always up\\nUnto Thy love, (as none of ours are,) droop\\nAs ours, o er many a tear", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 63\\nThou knowest, though Thy universe is broad,\\nTwo Uttle tears suffice to cover all.\\nThou knowest, Thou\\nThe SoiiVs Travelling.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nWhat we call Life is a condition of the\\nsoul, and the soul must improve in happiness\\nand wisdom, except by its own fault. These\\ntears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh,\\nwill not hinder such improvement.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "MARCH.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "March ist\\nEarth is a wintry clod\\nBut spring-wind, like a dancing psal tress,\\npasses\\nOver its breast to waken it rare verdure\\nBuds tenderly upon rough banks, between\\nThe withered tree-roots and the cracks of\\nfrost,\\nLike a smile striving with a wrinkled face\\nThe grass grows bright, the boughs are\\nswoln with blooms,\\nAbove, birds fly in merry flocks\\nthe lark\\nSoars up and up, shivering for very joy\\nAfar the ocean sleeps white fishing-gulls\\nFlit where the sand is purple with its tribe\\nOf nested limpets savage creatures seek\\nTheir loves in wood and plain and God re-\\nnews\\nHis ancient rapture Thus He dwells in all,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "68 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFrom life s minute beginnings, up at last\\nTo man the consummation of this scheme\\nOf being, the completion of this sphere\\nOf life.\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nMarch 2d.\\nHere is Spring\\nThe sun shines as he shone at Adam s fall,\\nThe earth requires that warmth reach every-\\nwhere\\nAVhy must your patch of snow be saved, for-\\nsooth,\\nBecause you rather fancy snow than flowers\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nEvery child will love the year s first flower,\\n(Not certainly the fairest of the year,\\nBut, in which, the complete year seems to\\nblow)\\nThe poor sad snowdrop, growing between\\ndrifts,\\nMysterious medium twixt the plant and\\nfrost,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING\\nSo faint with winter while so quick with\\nspring,\\nSo doubtful if to thaw itself away\\nWith that snow near it.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nMarch ^d.\\nI charge thee, do not flatter me\\nThrough pity, with false words for, in my\\nmind.\\nDeceiving works more shame than torturing\\ndoth.\\nFrometheus Bound. E. B. B.\\nBe calm.\\nAnd smooth thy words from passion. Knowest\\nthou not\\nThat where the tongue wags, ruin\\nnever lags\\nIbid.\\nLook up Godward speak the truth in\\nWorthy song from earnest soul\\nHold, in high poetic duty.\\nTruest truth the fairest beauty.\\nThe Dead Pan.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "70 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMarch 4th.\\nIt takes a soul\\nTo move a body it takes a high souled man\\nTo move the masses even to a cleaner\\nstye:\\nIt takes the ideal, to blow a hair-breadth s\\noff\\nThe dust of the actual.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nSo others shall\\nTake patience, labor, to their heart and hand,\\nFrom thy hand, and thy heart, and thy brave\\ncheer,\\nAnd God s grace fructify through thee to all.\\nThe least flower, with a brimming cup, may\\nstand\\nAnd share its dewdrop with another near.\\nWork.\u00e2\u0080\u0094^. B. B.\\nMarch ^th.\\nOh, what a dawn of day\\nHow the March sun feels like May 1", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 71\\nAll is blue again\\nAfter last night s rain,\\nAnd the South dries the hawthorn-spray.\\nA Lovers^ Quarrel R. B.\\nWhen night overtakes me, down I lie,\\nSleep, dream a little, and get done with it,\\nThe sooner the better, to begin afresh.\\nWhat s midnight doubt before the dayspring s\\nfaith?\\nBishop Blougrara s Apology. R. B.\\nWe try and cull\\nBriers, thistles, from our private plot,\\nTo mar God s ground where thorns are not\\nEaster- Day. \u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nMarch 6th.\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, born March 6th, i8o6.\\nThe poet hath the child s sight in his breast.\\nAnd sees all new. What oftenest he has\\nviewed,\\nHe views with the first glory. Fair and good\\nPall never on him, at the fairest, best,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "72 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nBut stand before him holy and undressed\\nIn week-day false conventions, such as would\\nDrag other men down from the altitude\\nOf primal types, too early dispossessed.\\nWhy, God would tire of all His heaven as\\nsoon\\nAs thou, O godlike, childlike poet, didst\\nOf daily and nightly sights of sun and moon\\nAnd therefore hath He set thee in the midst,\\nWhere men may hear thy wonder s ceaseless\\ntune,\\nAnd praise His world forever as thou bidst.\\nThe Foet\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nMarch yth.\\nI classed, appraising once.\\nEarth s lamentable sounds the well-a-day,\\nThe jarring yea and nay.\\nThe fall of kisses on unanswering clay.\\nThe sobbed farewell, the welcome mourn-\\nfuller\\nBut all did leaven the air\\nWith a less bitter leaven of sure despair,\\nThan these words I loved once.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNINO 73\\nSay never, ye loved once\\nGod is too near above, the grave, beneath,\\nAnd all our moments breathe\\nToo quick in mysteries of life and death.\\nFor such a word. The eternities avenge\\nAffections light of range\\nThere comes no change to justify that change,\\nWhatever comes loved once\\nLoved Once. E. B. B.\\nMarch 8th.\\nA shaft from the devil s bow\\nPierced to our ingle-glow,\\nAnd the friends were friend and foe\\nNot from the heart beneath\\nTwas a bubble born of breath,\\nNeither sneer nor vaunt,\\nNor reproach nor taunt.\\nSee a word, how it severeth\\nOh, power of life and death\\nIn the tongue, as the Preacher saith\\nA Lovers^ Quarrel. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "74 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nEvil or good may be better or worse\\nIn the human heart, but the mixture of each\\nIs a marvel and a curse.\\nGold Hair A Story of Pornic. R. B.\\nMarch gth.\\nRobert Barrett Browning, only child of Robert and\\nElizabeth Barrett Browning, born\\nMarch 9th, 1849.\\nAnd love was here\\nAs instant in the pretty baby mouth,\\nShut close as if for dreaming that it sucked\\nThe little naked feet drawn up the way\\nOf nestled birdlings everything so soft\\nAnd tender, to the tiny holdfast hands.\\nWhich, closing on the finger into sleep,\\nHad kept the mould of t. While we stood\\nthere dumb,\\nThe light upon his eyelids pricked\\nthem wide,\\nAnd, staring out at us with all their blue,\\nAs half perplexed between the angel -hood\\nHe had been away to visit in his sleep.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 75\\nAnd our most mortal presence, gradually\\nHe saw his mother s face, accepting it\\nIn change for heaven itself, with such a smile\\nAs might have well been learnt there.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nMarch loth.\\nWomen know\\nThe way to rear up children, (to be just,)\\nThey know a simple, merry, tender knack\\nOf tying sashes, fitting baby shoes.\\nAnd stringing pretty words that make no\\nsense.\\nAnd kissing full sense into empty words\\nWhich things are corals to cut life upon.\\nAlthough such trifles children learn by such\\nLove s holy earnest in a pretty play,\\nAnd get not over early solemnized.\\nBut seeing, as in a rosebush. Love s Divine,\\nWhich burns and hurts not, not a single\\nbloom,\\nBecome aware and unafraid of Love.\\nSuch good do mothers. Fathers love as well,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "c\\n76 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMine did, I know, but still with heavier\\nbrains,\\nAnd wills more consciously responsible,\\nAnd not as wisely, since less foolishly\\nSo mothers have God s Hcense to be missed.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nMarch nth.\\nAngels are less tender-wise\\nThan God and mothers.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nYou ve the right to laugh,\\nSince God Himself is for you, and a child\\nIbid.\\nShows her what s sweetest in womanly fate\\nSunshine from Heaven, and the eyes of a\\nchild.\\nNature s Remorses. E. B. B.\\nMay He of the manger stand near\\nAnd love thee An infant He came\\nTo His own who rejected Him here\\nBut the Magi brought gifts all the same.\\nVoid in Law. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 77\\nMarch 12th.\\nI see my way as birds their trackless way\\nI shall arrive What time, what circuit\\nfirst,\\nI ask not but unless God sends His hail\\nOr blinding fire-balls, sleet, or stifling snow.\\nIn some time His good time I shall arrive\\nHe guides me and the bird. In His good\\ntime\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nAnd the httle birds sang east, and the little\\nbirds sang west.\\nAnd but little thought was theirs, of the si-\\nlent, antique years,\\nIn the building of their nest.\\nOh, the little birds sang east, and the little\\nbirds sang west,\\nAnd I smiled to think God s greatness flowed\\naround our incompleteness,\\nRound our restlessness. His rest.\\nRhyme of the Duchess 3Iay. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMarch ijth.\\nAs life wanes, all its cares, and strife, and\\ntoil,\\nSeem strangely valueless, while the old trees\\nWhich grew by our youth s home the wav-\\ning mass\\nOf climbing plants, heavy with bloom and\\ndew\\nThe morning swallows with their songs like\\nwords,\\nAll these seem clear and only worth our\\nthoughts.\\nPauline. R- B.\\nThe happy children come to us,\\nAnd look up in our faces\\nThey ask us Was it thus and thus.\\nWhen we were in their places?\\nWe cannot speak we see anew\\nThe hills we used to live in\\nAnd feel our mother s smile press through\\nThe kisses she is giving.\\n2 he Cry of the Human, E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 79\\nMarch 14th.\\nI have taken quite to despise book-knowl-\\nedge and its effect on the mind, I mean\\nwhen people live by it as most readers by pro-\\nfession do, cloistering their souls under\\nthese roofs made with heads, when they\\nmight be under the sky. Such people grow\\ndark and narrow and low, with all their\\npains.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Hax-\\nper Brothers.\\nSublimest danger, over which none weeps.\\nWhen any young wayfaring soul goes forth\\nAlone, unconscious of the perilous road.\\nThe day-sun dazzling in his hmpid eyes,\\nTo thrust his own way, he an alien, through\\nThe world of books.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B,\\nGood aims not always make good books\\nWell-tempered spades turn up ill-smelling\\nsoils.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "80 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMarch i^th.\\nSo when Spring comes,\\nAnd sunshine comes again like an old smile,\\nAnd the fresh waters, and awakened birds,\\nAnd budding woods await us I shall be\\nPrepared, and we will go and think again.\\nAnd all old loves shall come to us but changed\\nAs some sweet thought which harsh words\\nveiled before\\nFeeling God loves us, and that all that errs.\\nIs a strange dream which death will dissipate.\\nPauline. R. B.\\nReap this life s success or failure Soon\\nshall things be unperplexed\\nAnd the right and wrong, now tangled, lie\\nunravelled in the next.\\nLa Saisiaz. R. B.\\nMarch i6th.\\nIt s wiser being good than bad\\nIt s safer being meek than fierce;\\nIt s fitter being sane than mad.\\nMy own hope is, a sun will pierce", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 81\\nThe thickest cloud earth ever stretched\\nThat, after Last, returns the First,\\nThough a wide compass round be stretched\\nThat what began best, can t end worst,\\nNor what God blessed once, prove accurst.\\nApparent Failure. R. B.\\nIf we could wait The only fault s with time\\nAll men become good creatures but so slow\\nLuria. R. B.\\nMarch lyth.\\nIn this world, who can do a thing, will not\\nAnd who would do it, cannot, I perceive\\nYet the will s somewhat somewhat, too, the\\npower\\nAnd thus wx half-men struggle. At the end,\\nGod, I conclude, compensates.\\nAndrea Del Sarto. R. B.\\nWhat we best conceive, we fail to speak.\\nWait, soul, until thy ashen garments fall\\nAnd then resume thy broken strains, and seek\\nFit peroration.\\nInsufficiency. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nHearken, dear;\\nThere s too much abstract willing, purposing,\\nIn this poor world.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nMarch i8th.\\nA pure home\\nTo live in, a pure heart to lean against,\\nA pure good mother s name and memory\\nTo hope by, when the world grows thick and\\nbad.\\nAnd he feels out for virtue.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nI thought a child was given to sanctify\\nA woman, set her in the sight of all\\nThe clear-eyed heavens, a chosen minister\\nTo do their business and lead spirits up\\nThe difficult blue heights. A woman lives,\\nNot bettered, quickened toward the truth\\nand good\\nThrough being a mother? then she s\\nnone although\\nShe damps her baby s cheeks by kissing them.\\nIhid.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING\\nMarch ipth.\\nA beggar asked an alms\\nOne day at an abbey-door,\\nSaid Luther but, seized with qualms,\\nThe abbot replied, We re poor\\nThen the beggar, See your sins\\nOf old, unless I err.\\nYe had brothers for inmates, twins.\\nDate and Dabitur.\\nWhile Date was in good case\\nDabitur flourished too\\nFor Dabitur s lenten face\\nNo wonder if Date rue.\\nWould you retrieve the one\\nTry and make plump the other\\nWhen Date s penance is done,\\nDabitur helps his brother.\\nThe Twins: Give** and It-shall-be-givenunto-\\nyoM. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMarch 20th.\\nIt is in truth\\nAn easy thing to stand aloof from pain,\\nAnd lavish exhortation and advice\\nOn one vexed sorely by it.\\nPrometheus Bound. E. B. B.\\nBeing observed,\\nWhen observation is not sympathy,\\nIs just being tortured.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nDo you hear the children weeping and dis-\\nproving,\\nO my brothers, what ye preach\\nFor God s possible is taught by His world s\\nloving,\\nAnd the children doubt of each.\\nThe Cry of the Children.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nMarch 21st\\nYou fool, for all\\nYour lore Who made things plain in vain\\nWhat was the sea for What, the grey\\nSad Church, that solitary day,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 85\\nCrosses and graves and swallows call\\nWas there naught better than to enjoy\\nNo feat which, done, would make time break,\\nAnd let us pent-up creatures through\\nInto eternity, our due\\nNo forcing earth teach heaven s employ\\nDi8 Aliter Visun. R. B.\\nTwixt the dying atheist s negative\\nAnd God s face waiting, after all.\\nFirst News from Villa-Franca. E. B. B.\\nMarch 22d.\\nThere is none good sav^e God, said Jesus\\nChrist.\\nIf He once, in the first creation-week,\\nCalled creatures good, forever afterward,\\nThe devil only has done it, and his heirs.\\nThe word s grown dangerous. In\\nthe middle age,\\nI think they called malignant fays and imps\\nGood people. A good neighbor, even in\\nthis.\\nIs fatal sometimes, cuts your morning up", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nTo mincemeat of the very smallest talk,\\nThen helps to sugar her bohea at night\\nWith your reputation. And we all have\\nknown\\nGood critics who have stamped out poet s\\nhopes\\nGood statesmen who pulled ruin on the state\\nGood patriots who for a theory risked a\\ncause\\nGood kings who disembowelled for a tax\\nGood popes who brought all good to jeopardy\\nGood Christians who sat still in easy-chairs\\nAnd damned the general world for standing\\nup,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNow may the good God pardon all good\\nmen\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nMarch 2^d.\\nMay spilt milk be put back within the bowl\\nThe thing done, undone\\nSince milk, though spilt and spoilt, does\\nmarble good,\\nBetter we down on knees and scrub the floor,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 87\\nThan sigh, the waste would make a sylla-\\nbub\\nHelp us so turn disaster to account.\\nThe Ring and the Book.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nhow to fill a breach\\nWith olive branches how to quench a lie\\nWith truth, and smite a foe upon the cheek\\nWith Christ s most conquering kiss\\nCasa Guidi Windows.^-E. B. B.\\nMarch 24th.\\nThe works of v/omen are symbolical.\\nWe sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight,\\nProducing what A pair of slippers, sir.\\nTo put on when you re weary or a stool\\nTo tumble over and vex you curse\\nthat stool\\nOr else at best, a cushion, where you lean\\nAnd sleep, and dream of something we are not,\\nBut would be for your sake. Alas, alas\\nThis hurts most, this that, after all, we\\nare paid\\nThe worth of our work, perhaps.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "88 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMost illogical\\nIrrational nature of our womanhood,\\nThat blushes one way, feels another way.\\nAnd prays, perhaps, another\\nlUd.\\nMarch 2^th.\\nIn the set noon of time, shall one from\\nHeaven,\\nAn angel fresh from looking upon God,\\nDescend upon a woman, blessing her\\nWith perfect benediction of pure love,\\nFor all the world in all its elements\\nFor all the creatures of earth, air, and sea\\nFor all men in the body and in the soul.\\nUnto all ends of glory and sanctity.\\nEve. O pale, pathetic Christ, I worship\\nThee!\\nI thank Thee for that woman\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nMy flesh my Lord what name? I do not\\nknow\\nA name that seemeth not too high or low,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 89\\nToo far from me or Heaven.\\nMy Jesus, that is best that word being\\ngiven\\nBy the majestic angel.\\nThe Virgin Mary to the Child Jesus. E. B. B.\\nMarch 26th.\\nWho s the martyred man\\nLet him bear one stroke more, for be sure he\\ncan\\nHe that strove thus evil s lump to leaven,\\nLet him give his blood at last and get his\\nheaven\\nAll or nothing, stake it Trusts he God or\\nno?\\nThus far and no farther? farther? be it\\nso!\\nBefore.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.\\nWas it not great did he not throw on God,\\n(He loves the burthen)\\nGod s task to make the heavenly period\\nPerfect the earthen", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "90 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nHe ventured neck or nothing\\nheaven s success\\nFound, or earth s failure\\n**Wilt thou trust death or not? He an-\\nswered Yes\\nHence with hfe s pale lure\\nA Grammarian^ s Funeral R. B.\\nMarch 2yth.\\nAll passive obedience and implicit submis-\\nsion of will and intellect is by far too easy,\\nif well considered, to be the course prescribed\\nby God to Man in this life of probation,\\nfor they evade probation altogether, though\\nfoolish people think otherwise. Chop off\\nour legs, you will never go astray; stifle\\nyour reason altogether and you will find it\\ndifficult to reason ill. It is hard to make\\nthese sacrifices, not so hard as to lose the\\nreward or incur the penalty of an Eternity to\\ncome; hard to effect them, then, and go\\nthrough with them not hard, when the\\nleg is to be cut off, that it is rather harder to", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 91\\nkeep it quiet on a stool, I know very well.\\nThe partial indulgence, the proper exercise\\nof one s faculties, there is the difficulty and\\nproblem for solution.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\nMarch 28th.\\nRenounce the world Ah were it done\\nBy merely cutting one by one\\nYour limbs off, with your wise head last,\\nHow easy Avere it how soon past,\\nIf once in the believing mood\\nSuch is man s usual gratitude.\\nSuch thanks to God do we return.\\nFor not exacting that we spurn\\nA single gift of life, forego\\nOne real gain, only taste them so\\nWith gravity and temperance,\\nThat those mild virtues may enhance\\nSuch pleasures, rather than abstract\\nLast spice of which, will be the fact", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOf love discerned in every gift\\nGod s dispensation s merciful.\\nChristmas-Eve and Easter-Day. R. B.\\nMarch 29th.\\nProvidence might have made the\\nlaws of Religion as indubitable as those of\\nvitality, and revealed the articles of belief as\\ncertainly as that condition, for instance, by\\nwhich we breathe so many times in a minute\\nto support life. But there is no reward pro-\\nposed for the feat of breathing, and a great\\none for that of believing consequently there\\nmust go a great deal more of voluntary effort\\nto this latter than is implied in the getting\\nabsolutely rid of it at once, by adopting the\\ndirection of an infallible church, or private\\njudgment of another for all our life is some\\nform of religion, and all our action some be-\\nlief, and there is but one law, however modi-\\nfied, for the greater and the less.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliz-\\nabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "FB03I BROWNING 93\\nMarch joth.\\nMusic, (which is earnest of a heaven,\\nSeeing we know emotions strange by it,\\nNot else to be revealed,) is as a voice,\\nA low voice calUng Fancy, as a friend,\\nTo the green woods in the gay summer time.\\nAnd she fills all the way with dancing shapes.\\nWhich have made painters pale; and they\\ngo on\\nWhile stars look at them, and winds call to\\nthem.\\nAs they leave life s path for the twilight world.\\nWhere the dead gather.\\nPauline. R. B.\\nSorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to\\nclear.\\nEach sufferer says his say, his scheme of the\\nweal and woe\\nBut God has a few of us whom He whispers\\nin the ear\\nThe rest may reason and welcome tis we\\nmusicians know.\\nAht Vogler.~R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMarch jist\\nAdor. Do we love not\\nZerah. Yea,\\nBut not as man shall not with life for death,\\nNor yet with speechless memories of\\nwhat\\nEarth s winters were, enverduring the green\\nOf every heavenly palm\\nWhose windless, shadeless calm\\nMoves only at the breath of the Unseen.\\nOh, not with this blood on us and this\\nface,\\nStill, haply pale with sorrow that it bore\\nIn our behalf, and tender evermore\\nWith nature all our own, upon us gazing\\nNor yet with these forgiving hands upraising\\nTheir unreproachful wounds, alone to bless\\nAdor. Love Him more, O man,\\nThan sinless seraphs can.\\nTJie Seraphim.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "APRIL.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "April I St.\\nWinter\\nCrept aged from the earth, and Spring s first\\nbreath\\nBlew soft from the moist hills the black-\\nthorn boughs,\\nSo dark in the bare wood, when glistening\\nIn the sunshine, were white with coming\\nbuds,\\nLike the bright side of a sorrow and the\\nbanks\\nHad violets opening from sleep like eyes\\nPauline.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nO God s earth he saith, the sign\\nFrom the Father-soul to mine\\nOf all beauteous mysteries.\\nOf all perfect images,\\nWhich, divine in His divine,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nIn my human only are\\nVery excellent and fair\\nEarth, I praise thee\\nEarth and Her Praisers. E. B. B.\\n/ipril 2d.\\nThen, at last,\\nI, wrapping round me your humanity,\\nWhich being sustained, shall neither break\\nnor burn\\nBeneath the fire of Godhead, will tread earth.\\nAnd ransom you and it, and set strong peace\\nBetwixt you and its creatures. With my\\npangs\\nI will confront your sins and since those\\nsins\\nHave sunken to all nature s heart from yours.\\nThe tears of my clean soul shall follow them\\nAnd set a holy passion to work clear\\nAbsolute consecration. In my brow\\nOf kingly whiteness, shall be crowned anew\\nYour discrowned human nature. Look on\\nme I", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING\\nAs I shall be uplifted on a cross\\nIn darkness of eclipse and anguish dread,\\nSo shall I lift up in my pierced hands,\\nNot into dark, but light not unto death,\\nBut life, beyond the reach of guilt and grief.\\nThe whole creation. Henceforth in my name\\nTake courage, O thou woman, man, take\\nhope!\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nApril jd.\\nThy love\\nShall chant itself its own beatitudes\\nAfter its own Hfe- working. A child s kiss\\nSet on thy sighing lips, shall make thee glad\\nA poor man served by thee, shall make thee\\nrich\\nA sick man helped by thee, shall make thee\\nstrong\\nThou shalt be served thyself by every sense\\nOf service which thou renderest.\\nA Drama of Exile. E. B. B.\\nMan calls thee, God requites thee.\\nLuria. R. B.\\nt..fC.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "100 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nIt is very good for strength\\nTo know that some one needs you to be\\nstrong.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nApril 4th.\\nYou are Christians; somehow, no one ever\\nplucked\\nA rag, even, from the body of the Lord,\\nTo wear and mock with, but despite himself,\\nHe looked the greater and was the better.\\nThe Ring and the Booh. R. B.\\nTwas a thief said the last kind word to\\nChrist\\nChrist took the kindness and forgave the\\ntheft.\\nIbid.\\nWe worship in Thy sorrow, Saviour, Christ.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E^. B. B.\\nIn His face\\nIs light, but in His shadow healing too.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 101\\nApril ^th.\\nThat martyr-gash\\nFell on Thee coming to take Thine own,\\nAnd we gave the Cross, when we owed the\\nthrone.\\nHoly-Cross Day. R. B.\\nSo, the All-Great were the All-Loving too\\nSo, through the thunder comes a human\\nvoice\\nSaying, O heart I made, a heart beats\\nhere\\nFace, my hands fashioned, see it in Myself\\nThou hast no power nor may st conceive of\\nMine\\nBut love I gave thee, with Myself to love,\\nAnd thou must love Me who have died for\\nthee.\\nAn Epistle of Karshish. R. B.\\nApril 6th.\\nGod, above the starlight,\\nGod, above the patience,\\nShall at last present ye", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "102 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nGuerdons worth the cost.\\nPatiently enduring,\\nPainfully surrounded,\\nHope the uttermost.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nIf I stoop\\nInto a dark tremendous sea of cloud,\\nIt is but for a time I press God s lamp\\nClose to my breast its splendor, soon or\\nlate,\\nWill pierce the gloom I shall emerge one\\nday\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\ny4pril yth.\\n*^He who did most, shall bear most; the\\nstrongest shall stand the most weak.\\nTis the weakness in strength, that I cry for\\nmy flesh, that I seek.\\nIn the Godhead I seek and I find it. O\\nSaul, it shall be\\nA Face like my face that receives thee; a\\nMan like to me,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 103\\nThou shalt love and be loved by, forever a\\nHand like this hand\\nShall throw open the gates of new life to\\nthee See the Christ stand\\nSaul\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.\\nHenceforth no certainty more plain\\nThan this mere surmise that after body dies\\nsoul lives again.\\nTwo, the only facts acknowledged late, are\\nnow increased to three\\nGod is, and the soul is, and, as certain, after\\ndeath shall be.\\nLa Saiaiaz. R. B.\\nApril 8th.\\nThank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not\\nMore grief than ye can weep for. That is\\nwell\\nThat is light grieving lighter, none befell.\\nSince Adam forfeited the primal lot.\\nTears what are tears The babe weeps in\\nits cot,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "104 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThe mother singing at her marriage-bell\\nThe bride weeps and before the oracle\\nOf high-faned hills, the poet has forgot\\nSuch moisture on his cheeks. Thank God\\nfor grace,\\nYe who weep only If, as some have done,\\nYe grope tear-blinded in a desert place\\nAnd touch but tombs, look up Those\\ntears will run\\nSoon in long rivers down the lifted face,\\nAnd leave the vision clear for stars and sun.\\n7fears.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nApril gth.\\nRise, woman, rise.\\nTo thy peculiar and best altitudes\\nOf doing good and of enduring ill.\\nOf comforting for ill, and teaching good,\\nAnd reconciling all that ill and good\\nUnto the patience of a constant hope,\\nRise with thy daughters If sin come by\\nthee,\\nAnd by sin, death, the ransom-righteous-\\nness,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 105\\nThe heavenly life and compensative rest\\nShall come by means of thee. If woe by\\nthee\\nHad issued to the world, thou shalt go forth\\nAn angel of the woe thou didst achieve\\nBe satisfied\\nSomething thou hast to bear through woman-\\nhood\\nPeculiar suffering answering to the sin\\nSome pang paid down for each new human\\nlife;\\nSome weariness in guarding such a life\\nSome coldness from the guarded.\\nA Drama of Exile. E. B. B.\\nApril loth.\\nShall we, then, who have issued from the\\ndust.\\nAnd there return shall we, who toil for\\ndust.\\nAnd wrap our winnings in this dusty life.\\nSay, No more tears, Lord God\\nThe measure runneth o er", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "106 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOh, holder of the balance, laughest Thou\\nNay, Lord Be gentler to our foolishness,\\nFor His sake who assumed our dust and turns\\nOn Thee pathetic eyes\\nStill moistened with our tears\\nAnd teach us, O our Father, while we\\nweep.\\nTo look in patience upon earth and learn.\\nThe Measure.\u00e2\u0080\u0094^. B. B.\\nApril iith.\\nJesus, Victim, comprehending\\nLove s divine self-abnegation,\\nCleanse my love in self-spending,\\nAnd absorb the poor libation\\nWind my thread of life up higher,\\nUp, through angels hands of fire\\nI aspire while I expire\\nBertha in the Lane. E. B. B.\\nFrom the low earth round you.\\nReach the heights above you\\nFrom the stripes that wound you.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 107\\nSeek the loves that love you\\nGod s divinest burneth plain.\\nA Drmna of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\ny4prtl 1 2th.\\nCall them back,\\nBack to Thee in continuous aspiration For\\nhere, O Lord,\\nFor here they vainly travel, vainly pass\\nFrom the city pavement to untrodden sward,\\nWhere the lark finds her deep nest in the\\ngrass\\nCold with the earth s last dew. Yea, very\\nvain\\nThe greatest speed of all the souls of men,\\nUnless they travel upward to the throne\\nWhere sittest Thou, the satisfying One,\\nWith help for sins and holy perfectings\\nFor all requirements while the archangel,\\nraising\\nUnto Thy face his full estatic gazing,\\nForgets the rush and rapture of his wings.\\nThe SouVs Travelling.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "108 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOur God, who is the enemy of none,\\nBut only of their sin.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nApril ijth.\\nWeep Weep blood,\\nAll women, all men\\nHe sweated it, I/e\\nThe Seraphim.^E. B. B.\\nForsake the Christ thou sawest transfigured,\\nHim\\nWho trod the sea and brought the dead to\\nhfe?\\nWhat should wring this from thee? ye laugh\\nand ask.\\nWhat wrung it? Even a torchlight and a\\nnoise,\\nThe sudden Roman faces, violent hands.\\nAnd fear of what the Jews might do Just\\nthat,\\nAnd it is written, I forsook and fled.\\nThere was my trial, and it ended thus.\\nA Death in the Desert. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 109\\nApril 14th.\\nBecause my portion was assigned\\nWholesome and bitter Thou art kind\\nAnd I am blessed to my mind.\\nIn my large joy of sight and touch\\nBeyond what others count for such,\\nI am content to suffer much.\\nLet the bloom\\nOf Life grow over, undenied,\\nThis Bridge of Death, which is not wide\\nI shall soon be at the other side.\\nGlory to God to God he saith\\nKnowledge by suffering endureth\\nAnd Life is perfected by Death\\nA Vision of Poets.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nApril i^th.\\nDoes the precept run Believe in good,\\nIn justice, truth, now understood\\nFor the first time? or, Believe in Me,\\nWho lived and died, yet essentially", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "108 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOur God, who is the enemy of none,\\nBut only of their sin.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B, B.\\nApril ijth.\\nWeep Weep blood,\\nAll women, all men\\nHe sweated it, He\\nThe Seraphim. E. B. B.\\nForsake the Christ thou sawest transfigured.\\nHim\\nWho trod the sea and brought the dead to\\nhfe?\\nWhat should wring this from thee? ye laugh\\nand ask.\\nWhat wrung it? Even a torchlight and a\\nnoise,\\nThe sudden Roman faces, violent hands.\\nAnd fear of what the Jews might do Just\\nthat.\\nAnd it is written, I forsook and fled.\\nThere was my trial, and it ended thus.\\nA Death in the Desert. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 109\\nApril 14th.\\nBecause my portion was assigned\\nWholesome and bitter Thou art kind\\nAnd I am blessed to my mind.\\nIn my large joy of sight and touch\\nBeyond what others count for such,\\nI am content to suffer much.\\nLet the bloom\\nOf Life grow over, un denied,\\nThis Bridge of Death, which is not wide\\nI shall soon be at the other side.\\nGlory to God\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to God he saith\\nKnowledge by suffering endureth\\nAnd Life is perfected by Death\\nA Vision of Poets.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nApril i^th.\\nDoes the precept run Believe in good.\\nIn justice, truth, now understood\\nFor the first time? or, Believe in Me,\\nWho lived and died, yet essentially", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "112 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJust that hope, however scant,\\nMakes the actual hfe worth leading take\\nthe hope therein away.\\nAll we have to do is surely not endure an-\\nother day.\\nThis life has its hopes for this life, hopes that\\npromise joy life done\\nOut of all the hopes, how many had com-\\nplete fulfillment none.\\nBut the soul is not the body: and the\\nbreath is not the flute.\\nLa Saisiaz. R. B.\\ny4pril i8th.\\nI cling with my mind\\nTo the same, same self, same love, same\\nGod ay, what was, shall be.\\nTherefore to whom turn I but to Thee, the\\nineffable Name\\nBuilder and Maker, Thou, of houses not\\nmade with hands\\nWhat, have fear of change from Thee who\\nart ever the same", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 113\\nDoubt that Thy power can fill the heart\\nthat Thy power expands\\nThere shall never be one lost good What\\nwas, shall live as before,\\nThe evil is null, is nought, is silence im-\\nplying sound\\nWhat was good, shall be good, with, for evil,\\nso much good more\\nOn the earth the broken arcs; in the\\nheaven, a perfect round.\\nAU Vogler.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nThou waitedst age wait death nor be\\nafraid\\nBabbi Ben Ezra.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\ny^pril igth.\\nO we live, O we live\\nAnd this life that we conceive\\nIs a clear thing and a fair.\\nWhich we set in crystal air\\nThat its beauty may be plain", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "114 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nWith a breathing and a flooding\\nOf the heaven -life on the whole,\\nWhile we hear the forests budding\\nTo the music of the soul\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nWishing thee wholly\\nWithin the eventual element of calm.\\nCleon.\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.\\nApril 20th.\\nOverhead the tree-tops meet,\\nFlowers and grass spring neath one s feet\\nThere was nought above me, nought below,\\nMy childhood had not learned to know\\nFor, what are the voices of birds\\nAy, and of beasts, but words, our words.\\nOnly so much more sweet\\nThe knowledge of that with my life begun.\\nBut I had so near made out the sun,\\nAnd counted your stars, the seven and one,\\nLike the fingers of my hand\\nNay, I could all but understand", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 115\\nWherefore through heaven the white moon\\nranges\\nAnd just when out of her soft fifty changes\\nNo unfamiliar face might overlook me\\nSuddenly God took me.\\nPippa Passes. R. B.\\n/Ipril 2 1 St.\\nI say that man was made to grow, not stop\\nThat help, he needed once, and needs no\\nmore,\\nHaving grown but an inch by, is withdrawn\\nFo r he hath new needs, and new helps to\\nthese.\\nThis imports solely, man should mount on\\neach\\nNew height in view the help whereby he\\nmounts,\\nThe ladder-rung his foot has left, may fall.\\nSince all things suffer change save God the\\nTruth.\\nMan apprehends Him newly at each stage\\nWhereat earth s ladder drops, its service done;", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "116 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAnd nothing shall prove twice what once\\nwas proved.\\nWhat Was man made a wheelwork\\nto wind up,\\nAnd be discharged, and straight wound up\\nanew?\\nNo grown, his growth lasts taught, he\\nne er forgets\\nMay learn a thousand things, not twice the\\nsame.\\nA Death in the Desert. R. B.\\nApril 22d.\\nI say, that as the babe, you feed awhile,\\nBecomes a boy and fit to feed himself,\\nSo, minds at first must be spoon-fed with\\ntruth\\nWhen they can eat, babe s nurture is with-\\ndrawn.\\nI fed the babe whether it would or no\\nI bid the boy or feed himself or starve.\\nI cried once, That ye may believe in\\nChrist,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 117\\nBehold this bhnd man shall receive his\\nsight\\nI cry now, Urgest thou, for I am shrewd\\nAnd smile at stories how JoJm s word could\\ncure\\nRepeat that miracle and take my faith\\nI say, that miracle was duly wrought\\nWhen, save for it, no faith was possible.\\nI say, the acknowledgment of God\\nin Christ\\nAccepted by thy reason, solves for thee\\nAll questions in the earth and out of it.\\nA Death in the Desert. R. B.\\nApril 2jd.\\nWe are borne into life it is sweet, it is\\nstrange\\nWe lie still on the knee of a mild Mystery,\\nWhich smile with a change\\nBut we doubt not of changes, we know not of\\nspaces\\nThe Heavens seem as near as our own\\nmother s face is,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "118 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAnd we think we could touch all the stars\\nthat we see\\nAnd the milk of our mother is white on our\\nmouth\\nAnd with small childish hands, we are turn-\\ning around\\nThe apple of Life which another has\\nfound j\\nIt is warm with our touch, not with sun of\\nthe south,\\nAnd we count, as we turn it, the red side for\\nfour\\nO Life, O Beyond,\\nThou art sweet, thou art strange evermore.\\nAnd the birds sing like angels, so\\nmystical fine\\nAnd the cedars are brushing the archangel s\\nfeet;\\nAnd time is eternity, love is divine,\\nAnd the world is complete.\\nNow God bless the child, father, mother,\\nrespond\\nA Rhapsody of Lifers Progress. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "FE03I BROWNING 119\\nApril 24th.\\nFree Heart, that singest to-day,\\nLike a bird on the first green spray\\nWilt thou go forth to the world\\nWho calleth thee, Heart World s strife,\\nWith a golden heft to his knife j\\nWorld s Mirth, with a finger fine\\nThat draws on a board in wine\\nHer blood-red plans of life\\nWorld s Gain, with a brow knit down\\nWorld s Fame, with a laurel crown.\\nWhich rustles most as the leaves turn brown\\nHeart, wilt thou go\\nNo, no\\nCalm hearts are wiser so.\\nCalls on the Heart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E.. B. B.\\nApril 2^th.\\nBe sure that God\\nNe er dooms to waste the strength He deigns\\nimpart\\nBe sure they sleep not whom God needs.\\nParacelsus- R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "120 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nI know Thee, who hast kept my path, and\\nmade\\nLight for me in the darkness tempering\\nsorrow,\\nSo that it reached me Hke a solemn joy\\nIt were too strange that I should doubt Thy\\nlove:\\nthe quiet place beside Thy feet,\\nReserved for me, was ever in my thoughts.\\nIbid.\\nA real heaven in his heart throughout his\\nlife.\\nBishop Blougram s Apology. R. B,\\nApril 26th.\\nTwo sayings of the Holy Scriptures beat\\nLike pulses in the Church s brow and breast\\nAnd by them, we find rest in our unrest,\\nAnd heart-deep in salt tears, do yet entreat\\nGod s fellowship, as if on heavenly seat.\\nThe first is Jesus wept, whereon is prest\\nFull many a sobbing face that drops its best\\nAnd sweetest waters on the record sweet", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 121\\nAnd one is, where the Christ denied and\\nscorned\\nLooked upon Peter. Oh, to render plain,\\nBy help of having loved a little and mourned,\\nThat look of sovran love and sovran pain\\nWhich He who could not sin yet suffered,\\nturned\\nOn him who could reject but not sustain\\nThe Two Sayings.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nAprt l 2yth.\\nThe Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no\\nword\\nNo gesture of reproach The heavens se-\\nrene\\nThough heavy with armed justice, did not\\nlean\\nTheir thunders that way. The forsaken Lord\\nLooked only, on the traitor. None record\\nWhat that look was none guess for those\\nwho have seen\\nWronged lovers loving through a death-\\npang keen.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "122 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOr pale-cheeked martyrs smiling to a sword,\\nHave missed Jehovah at the judgment-call.\\nAnd Peter, from the height of blasphemy\\nI never knew this man did quail and fall,\\nAs knowing straight that God, and turned\\nfree\\nAnd went out speechless from the face of all,\\nAnd filled the silence, weeping bitterly.\\nThe Look.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nApril 28th.\\nI think that look of Christ might seem to say\\nThou Peter art thou then a common stone\\nWhich I at last must break my heart upon.\\nFor all God s charge to His high angels may\\nGuard my foot better Did I yesterday\\nWash thy feet, my beloved, that they should\\nrun\\nQuick to deny Me neath the morning sun.\\nAnd do thy kisses, like the rest, betray\\nThe cock crows coldly. Go and manifest\\nA late contrition, but no bootless fear\\nFor when thy final need s dreariest.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 123\\nThou shalt not be denied, as I am here.\\nMy voice, to God and angels, shall attest.\\nBecause I know this ma?i, let him be clears\\nThe Meaning^ of the Look. E. B. B.\\nApril 2gth.\\nBecause a man has a shop to mind\\nIn time and place, since flesh must live,\\nNeeds spirit lack all life behind,\\nAll stray thoughts, fancies fugitive,\\nAll loves except what trade can give\\nI want to know a butcher paints,\\nA baker rhymes for his pursuit,\\nCandlestick-maker much acquaints\\nHis soul with song, or, haply mute,\\nBlows out his brains upon the flute\\nBut shop each day and all day long\\nFriend, your good angel slept, your star\\nSuffered eclipse, fate did you wrong\\nFrom where these sorts of treasures are,\\nThere should our hearts be Christ, how\\nfar!\\nShop.\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "124 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nApril joth.\\nObserve means in youth\\nJust the conscious and eternal soul\\nWith all its ends, and not the outside life\\nThe parcel-man, the doublet of the flesh,\\nThe so much liver, lung, integument,\\nWhich makes the sum of I hereafter\\nwhen\\nWorld-talkers talk of doing well or ill.\\nprosper, if I gain a step, although\\nA nail then pierced my foot although my\\nbrain\\nEmbracing any truth froze paralyzed,\\n/prosper. I but change my instrument;\\nI break the spade off, digging deep for gold.\\nAnd catch the mattock up.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B,\\nHold on, hope hard in the subtle thing\\nThat s spirit though cloistered fast, soar\\nfree.\\nA Wall.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "MAY.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "May I St.\\nAnd after April, when May follows\\nAnd the white-throat builds, and all the\\nswallows\\nHark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the\\nhedge\\nLeans to the field and scatters on the\\nclover\\nBlossoms and dewdrops at the bent spray s\\nedge\\nThat s the wise thrush he sings each song\\ntwice over\\nLest you think he never could recapture\\nThe first fine careless rapture\\nAnd though the fields look rough with hoary\\ndew,\\nAnd will be gay when noontide wakes\\nanew\\nThe buttercups, the little children s dower.\\nHome- Thoughts, from Abroad. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "128 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nSuch a starved bank of moss\\nTill, that May-morn,\\nBlue ran the flash across\\nViolets were born\\nApparitions. R. B.\\nMay 2d.\\nOh, Day, if I squander a wavelet of thee,\\nA mite of my twelve-hours treasure,\\nThe least of thy gazes or glances,\\n(Be they grants thou art bound to, or gifts\\nabove measure,)\\nOne of thy choices, or one of thy chances,\\n(Be they tasks God imposed thee, or freaks\\nat thy pleasure)\\nMy Day, if I squander such labor or lei-\\nsure,\\nThen shame fall on Asolo, mischief on me\\nThy long blue solemn hours serenely flow-\\ning,\\nWhence earth, we feel, gets steady help and\\ngood", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 129\\nThy fitful sunshine minutes, coming, going.\\nIn which, earth turns from work in game-\\nsome mood\\nAll shall be mine\\nPij^a Passes. R. B.\\nMay jd.\\nHe felt in nature s broad\\nFull heart, his own was free.\\nThe Romaunt of the Page. E. B. B.\\nIndeed we live beneath the sky,\\nThat great smooth Hand of God stretched out\\nOn all His children fatherly,\\nTo save them from the dread and doubt\\nWhich would be, if, from this low place,\\nAll opened straight up to His face\\nInto the grand eternity.\\nThe Runaway Slave. E. B. B.\\nI wakened, opened wide\\nThe window and my soul, and let the airs\\nAnd outdoor sights sweep gradual gospels in,\\nRegenerating what I was.\\nAurora Leigh E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "130 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMay 4th.\\nSo we are made, such difference in minds,\\nSuch difference too in eyes that see the minds\\nThat man, you misinterpret and misprize\\nThe glory of his nature, I had thought,\\nShot itself out in white light, blazed the truth\\nThrough every atom of his act with me\\nYet where I point you, through the crystal\\nshrine,\\nPurity in quintessence, one dewdrop,\\nYou all descry a spider in the midst.\\nOne says, The head of it is plain to see,\\nAnd one, They are the feet by which I\\njudge.\\nAll say, Those films were spun by nothing\\nelse.\\nYes, my last breath shall wholly\\nspend itself\\nIn one attempt more to disperse the stain.\\nThe mist from other breath fond mouths have\\nmade.\\nAbout a lustrous and pellucid soul.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 131\\nMay ^th.\\nPoor vaunt of life indeed,\\nWere man but formed to feed\\nOn joy, to solely seek and find and feast\\nSuch feasting ended, then\\nAs sure an end to men\\nIrks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt\\nthe maw-crammed beast\\nRejoice we are allied\\nTo that which doth provide\\nAnd not partake, effect and not receive\\nA spark disturbs our clod\\nNearer we hold of God\\nWho gives, than of His tribes that take, I\\nmust believe.\\nThen welcome each rebuff\\nThat turns earth s smoothness rough,\\nEach sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go\\nBe our joy three-parts pain\\nStrive, and hold cheap the strain\\nLearn, nor account the pang; dare, never\\ngrudge the throe\\nBabU Ben Ezra.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "132 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMay 6th,\\nYou re my friend\\nWhat a thing friendship is, world without\\nend\\nHow it gives the heart and the soul a stir-\\nup.\\nThe Flight of the Duchess.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.\\nThe heart, which Hke a staff, was one\\nFor mine to lean and rest upon\\nThe strongest on the longest day\\nWith steadfast love.\\nDe Profundis.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nSteadfast friend.\\nWho never didst my heart or life misknow.\\nNor either s faults too keenly apprehend.\\nHugh Stuart Boyd.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nMay yth.\\nRobert Browning, born May 7th, 1806.\\nSun -tread er, I believe in God, and truth,\\nAnd love; and as one just escaped from\\ndeath", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 133\\nWould bind himself in bands of friends to\\nfeel\\nHe lives indeed so, would I lean on thee\\nThou must be ever with me most in gloom\\nWhen such shall come and live thou\\nforever,\\nAnd be to all what thou hast been to me.\\nPauline. R. B.\\nOne who never turned his back but marched\\nbreast forward,\\nNever doubted clouds would break,\\nNever dreamed, though right were worsted,\\nwrong would triumph.\\nHeld we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better.\\nSleep to wake.\\nAsolando. R. B.\\nMay 8th.\\nWho was as calm as beauty being such\\nUnto mankind as thou\\nBelieving in them, and devoting all\\nHis soul s strength to their winning back to\\npeace", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "134 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nWho sent forth hopes and longings for their\\nsake,\\nClothed in all passion s melodies,\\nAnd woven with them there were words,\\nwhich seemed\\nA key to a new world the muttering\\nOf angels, of some thing unguessed by man.\\nPauline. R. B.\\nThe singleness of soul that made me proud,\\nThe purity of heart I loved aloud,\\nThe man s-truth I was bold to bid God see.\\nAny Wife to Any Husband. R. B.\\nMay pth.\\nwho here the greater task achieve.\\nMore needful even who have brought fresh\\nstuff\\nFor us to mould, interpret and prove right,\\nNew feeling fresh from God, which, could\\nwe know\\nO the instant, where had been our need of it\\nWhose life re-teaches us what life should\\nbe,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "FB03I BROWNING 135\\nWhat faith is, loyalty and simpleness,\\nAll, once revealed but taught us so long since\\nThat, having mere tradition of the fact,\\nTruth copied falteringly from copies faint.\\nThe early traits all dropped away, we said\\nOn sight of faith like yours, So looks not\\nfaith\\nWe understand, described and praised be-\\nfore.\\nBut still the feat was dared; and trace\\nby trace\\nOld memories reappear, old truths return,\\nOur slow thought does its work, and all s\\nre-known.\\nLuria. R. B.\\nMay loth.\\nCold graves, we say? it shall be testified\\nThat living men who burn in heart and brain,\\nWithout the dead were colder. If we tried\\nTo sink the past beneath our feet, be sure\\nThe future would not stand.\\nBehold, they shall not fail. The world\\nshows nothing lost", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "136 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nTherefore not blood above or underneath,\\nWhat matter, brothers, if ye keep your\\npost\\nOn duty s side As sword returns to sheath.\\nSo dust to grave, but souls find place in\\nHeaven.\\nHeroic daring is the true success,\\nThe eucharistic bread requires no leaven\\nAnd though your ends were hopeless, we\\nshould bless\\nYour cause as holy Strive and having\\nstriven,\\nTake, for God s recompense, that righteous-\\nness\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B, B,\\nMay nth.\\nLove, if you knew the light\\nThat your soul casts in my sight,\\nHow I look to you\\nFor the pure and true.\\nAnd the beauteous and the right.\\nA Lovers^ Qnarrel. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 137\\nWhat if God had sent her here\\nLess for action than for Being\\nFor the eye and for the ear.\\nJust to show what beauty may,\\nJust to prove what music can,\\nAnd then to die away,\\nFrom the presence of a man,\\nWho shall learn, henceforth, to pray\\nWhere s Agnes ?\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nMay 1 2th.\\nI have my support again.\\nAgain the knowledge that my babe was, is,\\nWill be mine only. Him, by death, I give\\nOutright to God, without a further care,\\nSo to be safe why is it we repine\\nWhat guardianship were safer could we\\nchoose\\nAll human plans and projects come to\\nnought,\\nMy life, and what I know of other lives.\\nProve that no plan nor project God shall\\ncare\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "138 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nLove, strong as Death, shall conquer Death,\\nThrough struggle made more glorious\\nThe mother stills her sobbing breath,\\nRenouncing, yet victorious.\\nA Child s Grave at Florence.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nMay ijth.\\nFor say a foolish thing but oft enough\\n(And here s the secret of a hundred creeds,\\nMen get opinions as boys learn to spell,\\nBy reiteration chiefly,) the same thing\\nShall pass at last for absolutely wise,\\nAnd not with fools exclusively.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nLearn one lesson hence\\nOf many which whatever lives should teach\\nThis lesson, that our human speech is nought.\\nOur human testimony false, our fame\\nAnd human estimation words and wind.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nMay 14th.\\nBut I do not forgive him for talking here\\nagainst the ideals of poets opposing", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 139\\ntheir ideal by a mis-called reality, which is\\nanother sort, a baser sort, of ideal after all.\\nHe sees things in broad blazing lights but\\nhe does not analyze them like a philosopher\\ndo you think so Then his praise for\\ndumb heroic action as opposed to speech and\\nsinging, what is that when all earnest\\nthought, passion, belief, and their utter-\\nances, are as much actions surely as the\\ncutting off of fifty heads by one right hand.\\nAs if Shakespeare s actions were not greater\\nthan Cromwell s\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett^ Copyright, 1899, by\\nHarper Brothers.\\nMay i^th.\\nOur best is bad, nor bears Thy test j\\nStill, it should be our very best.\\nI thought it best that Thou, the spirit,\\nBe worshipped in spirit and in truth,\\nAnd in beauty, as even we require it\\nNot in the forms burlesque, uncouth", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "140 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nBut all I felt there, right or wrong,\\nWhat is it to Thee, who curest sinning?\\nAm I not weak as Thou art strong\\nI have looked to Thee from the beginning.\\nStraight up to Thee through all the world\\nWhich, like an idle scroll, lay furled\\nTo nothingness on either side\\nAnd since the time Thou wast descried,\\nSpite of the weak heart, so have I\\nLived ever, and so fain would die.\\nLiving and dying, Thee before\\nChristmas- Eve and Easter- Day. R. B.\\nMay 1 6th.\\nThe brightest place in the house is the\\nleaning out of the window.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\nUp for the glowing day leave the old\\nwoods\\nSee, they part, like a ruined arch, the sky\\nNothing but sky appears, so close the root", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 141\\nAnd grass of the hilltop level with the air\\nBlue sunny air, where a great cloud floats.\\nAir, air fresh life-blood thin and\\nsearching air\\nThe clear, dear breath of God that loveth\\nus\\nWhere small birds reel and winds take their\\ndelight.\\nWater is beautiful, but not like air.\\nPauline. R. B.\\nMay lyih.\\nSpeak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet\\nFrom out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,\\nLest I should fear and fall, and miss thee\\nso,\\nA^^ho art not missed by any that entreat.\\nSpeak to me as to Mary at Thy feet,\\nAnd if no precious gums my hands bestow,\\nLet my tears drop like amber, while I go\\nIn reach of Thy divinest voice complete\\nIn humanest affection thus in sooth.\\nTo lose the sense of losing As a child,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "142 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nWhose song-bird seeks the wood forever-\\nmore,\\nIs sung to in its stead by mother s mouth\\nTill, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,\\nHe sleeps the faster that he wept before.\\nComfort\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Y.. B. B.\\nMay i8th.\\nThis world,\\nThis finite life, thou hast preferred,\\nIn disbelief of God s own word,\\nTo heaven and to infinity.\\nHere the probation was for thee.\\nTo show thy soul the earthy mixed\\nWith heavenly, it must choose betwixt.\\nThe earthly joys lay palpable,\\nA taint in each, distinct as well\\nThe heavenly flitted, faint and rare.\\nAbove them, but as truly were\\nTaintless, so, in their nature, best.\\nThy choice was earth thou didst attest\\nTwas fitter spirit should subserve\\nThe flesh, than flesh refine to nerve", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 143\\nBeneath the spirit s play. Advance\\nNo claim to their inheritance\\nWho chose the spirit s fugitive\\nBrief gleams.\\nEaster-Day.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.\\nMay iplh.\\nMy future will not copy fair my past\\nOn any leaf but Heaven s. Be fully done,\\nSupernal Will I would not fain be one\\nWho, satisfying thirst and breaking fast\\nUpon the fullness of the heart, at last\\nSays no grace after meat. My wine hath\\nrun\\nIndeed out of my cup, and there is none\\nTo gather up the bread of my repast\\nScattered and trampled; yet I find some\\ngood\\nIn earth s green herbs and springs that bubble\\nup\\nClear from the darkling ground, content\\nuntil\\nI sit with angels before better food.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "144 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nDear Christ when Thy new vintage fills my\\ncup,\\nThis hand shall shake no more, nor that wine\\nspill.\\nPast and Future. E. B. B.\\nMay 20th.\\nIt must oft fall out\\nThat one whose labor perfects any work,\\nShall rise from it with eye so worn, that he\\nOf all men least can measure the extent\\nOf what he has accomplished. He alone,\\nWho, nothing tasked, is nothing weary\\ntoo.\\nCan clearly scan the little he effects\\nBut we, the bystanders, untouched by toil,\\nEstimate each aright.\\nParaceUus. R. B.\\nBetter far\\nPursue a frivolous trade by serious means,\\nThan a sublime art frivolously.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 145\\nMay 21 St.\\nYouth ended, I shall try\\nMy gain or loss thereby\\nLeave the fire ashes, what survives is gold\\nAnd I shall weigh the same,\\nGive life its praise or blame\\nYoung, all lay in dispute I shall know, be-\\ning old.\\nRdbhi Ben Ezra.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nThat day, the earth s feast-master s brow\\nShall clear, to God the chalice raising\\nOthers give best at first, but Thou\\nForever set st our table praising,\\nKeep st the good wine till now\\nPopularity. R. B.\\nLet age approve of youth, and death com-\\nplete the same\\nRabbi Ben Ezra.\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.\\nMay 22d.\\nFace and figure of a child,\\nThough too calm, you think, and tender,\\nFor the childhood you would lend her", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "146 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAnd her smile, it seems half holy,\\nAs if drawn from thoughts more fair\\nThan our common jestings are.\\nAnd all fancies yearn to cover\\nThe hard earth on which she passes,\\nWith the thymy scented grasses.\\nAnd all hearts do pray, God love her\\nAy, and always, in good sooth,\\nWe may all be sure He doth.\\nA Portrait.\u00e2\u0080\u0094^. B. B.\\nMay 2jd.\\nMarriage on earth seems such a counterfeit,\\nMere imitation of the inimitable\\nIn heaven we have the real and true and sure.\\nTis there they neither marry nor are given\\nIn marriage but are as the angels right.\\nOh how right that is, how like Jesus Christ\\nTo say that Marriage-making for the earth.\\nWith gold so much, birth, power, repute so\\nmuch,\\nOr beauty, youth, so much, in lack of these", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 147\\nBe as the angels rather, who, apart.\\nKnow themselves into one, are found at\\nlength\\nMarried, but marry never, no, nor give\\nIn marriage they are man and wife at once\\nWhen the true time is here we have to wait\\nNot so long neither Could we by a wish\\nHave what we will and get the future now,\\nWould we wish aught done undone in the\\npast?\\n(Fompilia.) The Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nMay 24th.\\nAy, that Life and Death\\nOf which I wrote it was to me, it is\\nIs, here and now I apprehend nought else.\\nIs not God now i the world His power first\\nmade?\\nl6 not His love at issue still with sin.\\nVisibly when a wrong is done on earth\\nLove, wrong, and pain, what see I else\\naround\\nYea, and the Resurrection and Uprise", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "148 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nTo the right hand of the throne what is it\\nbeside,\\nWhen such truth, breaking bounds, o er floods\\nmy soul,\\nAnd, as I saw the sin and death, even so\\nSee I the need yet transiency of both,\\nThe good and glory consummated thence\\nA Death in the Desert. R. B.\\nMay 2^th.\\nHearken, hearken\\nGod speaketh in thy soul\\nSaying, O thou that movest\\nWith feeble steps across this earth of mine,\\nTo break beside the fount thy golden bowl\\nAnd spill its purple wine,\\nLook up to heaven and see how like a scroll,\\nMy right hand hath thine immortality\\nIn an eternal grasping Thou, that lovest\\nThe songful birds and grasses underfoot,\\nAnd also what change mars and tombs pol-\\nlute\\nI am the end of love give love to Me", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 149\\nO thou that sinnest, grace doth more abound\\nThan all thy sin\\nHearken, hearken\\nShall we hear the lapsing river\\nAnd our brother s sighing ever,\\nAnd not the voice of God\\nSounds.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nMay 26th.\\nI, for my part, value letters as the most\\nvital part of biography. We should\\nall be ready to say that if the secrets of our\\ndaily lives and inner souls may instruct other\\nsurviving souls, let them be open to men here-\\nafter, even as they are to God now. Dust to\\ndust, and soul-secrets to humanity there are\\nnatural heirs to all these things.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\n^If all the gentlest-hearted friends I know\\nConcentred in one heart their gentleness,\\nI should yet be slow\\nTo bring my own heart nakedly below", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "150 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThe palm of such a friend, that he should press\\nMotive, condition, means, appliances,\\nMy false ideal joy and my fickle woe,\\nOut full to light and knowledge.\\nApprehension. E, B. B.\\nMay 2yth.\\nI saw celestial places even.\\nOh, the vistas of high palms,\\nMaking finites of delight\\nThrough the heavenly infinite\\nLifting up their green still tops\\nTo the heaven of Heavens\\nOh, the sweet life-tree that drops\\nShade like light across the river\\nGlorified in its forever\\nFlowing from the throne\\nOh the shining holin esses\\nOf the thousand, thousand faces\\nGod -sunned by the throned One\\nAnd made intense with such a love,\\nThat though I saw them turned above.\\nEach loving seemed for also me\\nIsobeVa Child\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "FHOM BROWNING 151\\nMay 28ih.\\nMy God, my God let me for once look on\\nThee\\nAs tho nought else existed we alone.\\nAnd as creation crumbles, my soul s spark\\nExpands till I can say, Even from my-\\nself\\nI need Thee, and I feel Thee, and I love\\nThee;\\nI do not plead my rapture in Thy works\\nFor love of Thee or that I feel as one\\nWho cannot die but there is that in me\\nWhich turns to Thee, which loves.\\nPauline. R. B.\\nHe,\\nThe manifest in secrecies,\\nYet of mine own heart partaker\\nWith the overcoming look\\nOf one who hath been once forsook,\\nAnd blesseth the forsaker\\nIsobeVs Child.~E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "152 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMay 2gth.\\nIn fact, all the great work done in the\\nworld, is done just by the people who know\\nhow to trifle When a man makes a principle\\nof never losing a moment, he is a lost man.\\nGreat men are eager to find an hour, and not\\nto avoid losing a moment. What are you\\ndoing? said somebody once (as I heard the\\ntradition) to the beautiful Lady Oxford as\\nshe sat in her open carriage on the race-ground.\\nOnly a little algebra, said she. People\\nwho do a little algebra on the race-ground\\nare not likely to do much of anything with\\never so many hours for meditation.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Har-\\nper Brothers.\\nMay }oth.\\nA land s brotherhood\\nIs most puissant Men, upon the whole,\\nAre what they can be, nations what they\\nwould.\\nCasn Guidi Windows. E, B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 153\\nO holy knowledge, holy liberty,\\nO holy rights of nations\\nIhid.\\nI made them indeed\\nSpeak plain the word country. I taught\\nthem, no doubt,\\nThat a country s a thing men should die for\\nat need.\\nMother and Foet.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nHer graves implore\\nHer future to be strong and not afraid\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nMay 31th.\\nFor everywhere\\nWe re too materialistic, eating clay\\n(Like men of the west) instead of Adam s\\ncorn\\nAnd Noah s wine; clay by handfuls, clay\\nby lumps,\\nUntil we re filled up to the throat with clay,\\nAnd grow the grimy color of the ground", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "154 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOn which we are feeding. Ay, materiaUst\\nThe age s name is. God Himself, with some,\\nIs apprehended as the bare result\\nOf what His hand materially hath made.\\nThere are many even\\nWhose names are written in the Christian\\nChurch\\nTo no dishonor, diet still on mud.\\nAnd splash the altars with it.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "JUNE.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "June I St.\\nThe year s at the spring,\\nAnd day s at the morn;\\nMorning s at seven\\nThe hillside s dew-pearled\\nThe lark s on the wing\\nThe snail s on the thorn\\nGod s in His heaven\\nAll s right with the world\\nPippa Passes. R. B,\\nWhy, what is it to live Not to eat and\\ndrink and breathe, but to feel the life in\\nyou down all the fibres of being, passion-\\nately and joyfully.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by\\nHarper Brothers.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "158 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJune 2d.\\nFace to face with the true mountains,\\nI stood silently and still\\nDrawing strength for fancy s dauntings\\nFrom the air about the hill,\\nAnd from Nature s open mercies, and most\\ndebonair goodwill.\\nOh the golden-hearted daisies,\\nWitnessed there, before my youth,\\nTo the truth of things with praises\\nTo the beauty of the truth\\nAnd I woke to nature s real, laughing joy-\\nfully for both.\\nThe Lost Bower.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nBut let the sun shine Wherefore repine\\nWith Thee to lead me on, O Day of\\nmine,\\nDown the grass path wet with dew.\\nUnder the pine-wood.\\nFi;ppa Passea. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 159\\nJune }d.\\nThis eve intense with yon first trembling star\\nWe seem to pant and reach scarce aught\\nbetween\\nThe earth that rises and the heaven that bends\\nAll nature self-abandoned, every tree\\nFlung as it will, pursuing its own thoughts\\nAnd fixed so, every flower and every weed.\\nNo pride, no shame, no victory, no defeat\\nAll under God, each measured by itself.\\nSee God s approval on His universe\\nIn a Balcony. R. B.\\nWe should be ashamed to sit beneath those\\nstars,\\nImpatient that we re nothing.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJune 4th.\\nThis is the old woe o the world\\nTune, to whose rise and fall we live and die.\\nRise with it, then Rejoice that man is hurled\\nFrom change to change unceasingly,\\nHis soul s wings never furled", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "160 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThat s a new question still replies the fact,\\nNothing endures the wind moans, saying so\\nWe moan in acquiescence there s life s pact.\\nPerhaps probation do know\\nGod does endure His act\\nJames Lee s Wife. R. B.\\nWhy, you child,\\nGod help you, you are groping in the dark.\\nFor all this sunlight.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJune ^th.\\nLet the night be ne er so dark.\\nThe moor is surely somewhere in the sky\\nSo surely is your whiteness to be found\\nThrough all dark facts.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nI told you there s a picture in our church.\\nWell, if a low-browed verger sidled up\\nBringing me, like a blotch, on his prod s point,\\nA transfixed scorpion, let the reptile writhe,\\nAnd then said, See a thing that Raphael\\nmade", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 161\\nThis venom issued from Madonna s mouth\\nI should reply, Rather, the soul of you\\nHas issued from your body, like from like.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nJune 6th.\\nThat way\\nOver the mountain, which who stands upon\\nIs apt to doubt if it be indeed a road\\nWhile if he views it from the waste itself,\\nUp goes the line there, plain from base to brow,\\nNot vague, mistakable what s break or two\\nSeen from the unbroken desert either side\\nAnd then (to bring in fresh philosophy,)\\nWhat if the breaks themselves should prove\\nat last\\nThe most consummate of contrivances\\nTo train a man s eye, teach him what is faith?\\nBishop Blougram^s Apology. R. B.\\nWho, getting to the top of Pisgah-hill,\\nCan talk with one at bottom of the view,\\nTo make it comprehensible\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "162 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJune yth.\\nOh, this world this cheating and screening\\nOf cheats this conscience for candle-wicks,\\nNot beacon-fires this over-weening\\nOf underhand diplomatic tricks\\nDared for the country while scorned for the\\ncounter\\nOh, this envy of those who mount here,\\nAnd oh, this malice to make them trip\\nItaly and the World.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 B. B.\\nOver our heads truth and nature\\nStill our life s zigzags and dodges,\\nIns and outs, weaving a new legislature\\nGod s gold just shining its last where that\\nlodges,\\nPalled beneath man s usurpature.\\nMaster Hugues of Saxe-Gotha. R. B.\\nJune 8th.\\nWhen the singers lift up their voice.\\nAnd the trumpets made endeavor,\\nSounding, In God rejoice", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 163\\nSaying, In Him rejoice\\nWhose mercy endureth forever\\nThen the Temple filled with a cloud,\\nEven the House of the Lord\\nPorch bent and pillar bowed\\nFor the presence of the Lord,\\nIn the glory of His cloud,\\nHad filled the House of the Lord.\\nEpilogue. R. B.\\nHe reigns above, He reigns alone\\nSystems burn out and leave His throne\\nAncient of days, whose days go on\\nDe Frofundis.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B, B.\\nJune pth.\\nOh, our manhood s prime vigor No\\nspirit feels waste.\\nNot a muscle is stopped in its playing nor\\nsinew unbraced.\\nOh, the wild joys of living the leaping from\\nrock up to rock,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "164 BEAUTIFUL THOUGBTS\\nThe strong rending of boughs from the fir-\\ntree, the cool silver shock\\nOf the plunge in a pool s living water\\nSaul.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Y^. B.\\nNo, I appeal to God, what says Himself,\\nHow lessons Nature when I look to learn\\nWhy, that I am ahve, am still a man\\nWith brain and heart and tongue and right-\\nhand too\\nNay, even with friends, in such a cause as\\nthis,\\nTo right me if I fail to take my right.\\nNo more of law a voice beyond the law\\nEnters my heart, Q/a s est pro Domine\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nJune loth.\\nGood love, howe er ill-placed,\\nIs better for a man s soul in the end.\\nThan if he loved ill what deserves love well.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B, B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 165\\nEnthusiasm s the best thing, I repeat\\nOnly, we can t command it fire and life\\nAre all, dead matter s nothing, we agree\\nbelief s fire, once in us.\\nMakes of all else mere stuff to show itself\\nWe penetrate our life with such a glow\\nAs fire lends wood and iron this turns steel,\\nThat burns to ash all s one, fire proves its\\npower\\nFor good or ill,\\nBut paint a fire, it will not therefore burn.\\nLight one in me, I ll find it food enough\\nBishop Blougram^s Apology. R. B.\\nJtme nth.\\nWe lie in the dark here, swathed doubly\\naround\\nWith our sensual relations and social conven-\\ntions,\\nYet are ware of a sight, yet are ware of a\\nsound\\nBeyond Hearing and Seeing,\\nthe strong arch", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "166 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOf our life creaks and bends as if ready for\\nfalling,\\nAnd through the dim rolling, we hear the\\nsweet calling\\nOf spirits that speak in a soft under-tongue\\nThe sense of the mystical march\\nAnd we cry to them softly, Come nearer,\\ncome nearer.\\nAnd lift up the lap of this Dark, and speak\\nclearer,\\nAnd teach us the song that ye\\nsung.\\nAnd we smile in our thought if they answer\\nor no.\\nFor to dream of a sweetness is sweet as to know\\nA Rhapsody of Lifers Progress. E. B. B.\\nJune 1 2th.\\nJune raised that bunch of flowers you carry\\nFrom seeds of April s sowing.\\n1 plant a heart full now some seed\\nAt least is sure to strike.\\nAnd yield\\nFippa Passed. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 167\\nA great man (who was crowned one day)\\nImagined a great Deed\\nHe shaped it out of cloud and clay,\\nHe touched it finely till the seed\\nPossessed the flower from heart and\\nbrain\\nHe fed it with large thoughts humane\\nTo help a people s need.\\nO great pure Deed, that hast undone\\nSo many bad and base\\nO generous Deed, heroic Deed,\\nCome forth, be perfected, succeed.\\nDeliver by God s grace\\nA Tale of Villa Franca.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nJune ijth.\\nLook up there is a small bright cloud\\nAlone amid the skies\\nSo high, so pure, and so apart,\\nA woman s honor lies.\\nThe Bomaunt of the Page. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "168 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nI believe\\nIn no one s honor which another keeps,\\nNor man s nor woman s.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nLearn to win a lady s faith\\nNobly, as the thing is high\\nBravely, as for life and death\\nWith a loyal gravity.\\nThe Lady s Fes. E. B. B.\\nJune 14th.\\nHe tore out a reed, the great god Pan,\\nFrom the deep cool bed of the river,\\nThen dropping his mouth to a hole\\nin the reed,\\nHe blew in power by the river.\\nSweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan,\\nPiercing sweet by the river\\nBlinding sweet, O great god Pan\\nThe sun on the hill forgot to die.\\nAnd the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly\\nCame back to dream on the river.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 169\\nYet half a beast is the great god Pan\\nTo laugh, as he sits by the river,\\nMaking a poet out of a man.\\nThe true gods sigh for the cost and the pain\\nFor the reed that grows never more again\\nAs a reed with the reeds of the river.\\nA Musical Instrument. E. B. B.\\nJune i^th.\\nAy, children, I am old\\nHow old, myself have got to know no longer.\\nRolled\\nQuite round, my orb of life, from infancy to age,\\nSeems passing back again to youth. A cer-\\ntain stage\\nAt last I reach, or dream I reach, where I\\ndiscern\\nTruer truths, laws behold more lawlike than\\nwe learn\\nWhen first we set our foot to tread the course\\nI trod\\nWith man to guide my steps who leads me\\nnow is God.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "170 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nYour young men shall see visions and in\\nmy youth I saw\\nAnd paid obedience to man s visionary\\nlaw:\\nYour old men shall dream dreams and in\\nmy age, a Hand\\nConducts me through the cloud round law to\\nwhere 1 stand\\nFirm on its base, know cause, who, before,\\nknew effect.\\nIvhn Ivhnovitch. R. B.\\nJune 1 6th.\\nI dwell amid the city ever.\\nThe great humanity which beats\\nIts life along the stony streets,\\nLike a strong and unsunned river\\nIn a self-made course,\\nI sit and hearken while it rolls.\\nVery sad and very hoarse\\nCertes is the flow of souls.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 171\\nI dwell amid the city,\\nAnd hear the flow of souls in act and speech,\\nFor pomp or trade, for merrymake or folly\\nI hear the confluence and sum of each.\\nAnd that is melancholy\\nThe voice is a complaint, O crowned city.\\nThe blue sky covering thee like God s great\\npity.\\nTheSouVa Travelling.\u00e2\u0080\u0094^. B. B.\\nJune lyth.\\nAnd God s own profound\\nWas above me, and round me the mountains.\\nAnd under, the sea,\\nAnd within me my heart to bear witness\\nWhat was and shall be.\\nOh, heaven and the terrible crystal\\nNo rampart excludes\\nYour eye from the life to be lived\\nIn the blue solitudes.\\nOh, those mountains, their infinite move-\\nment\\nThe Englishman in Italy. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "172 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFar out, kindled by each other,\\nShining hills on hills arise\\nClose as brother leans to brother,\\nWhen they press beneath the eyes\\nOf some father praying blessings from the\\ngifts of paradise.\\nThe Lost Bower. -E. B. B.\\nJune i8th.\\nMan is not God but hath God s end to serve,\\nA master to obey, a course to take.\\nSomewhat to cast off, somewhat to become.\\nGrant this, then man must pass from old to\\nnew.\\nFrom vain to real, from mistake to fact.\\nFrom what once seemed good, to what now\\nproves best.\\nHow could man have progression otherwise\\nGod s gift was that man should con-\\nceive of truth\\nAnd yearn to gain it, catching at mistake,\\nAs midway help till he reached fact indeed.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 173\\nIf ye demur, this judgment on your head,\\nNever to reach the ultimate, angels law.\\nIndulging every instinct of the soul\\nThere where law, life, joy, impulse are one\\nthing\\nA Death in the Desert. R. B.\\nJune ipth.\\nThe June was in me, with its multitudes\\nOf nightingales all singing in the dark.\\nAnd rosebuds reddening where the calyx\\nsplit.\\nI felt so young, so strong, so sure of God\\nSo glad, I could not choose be very wise\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nI rise up happy and content.\\nGod must be glad one loves His world so\\nmuch.\\nI can give news of earth to all the dead\\nWho ask me last year s sunsets, and great\\nstars,\\nThose crescent moons and\\nthat day", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "174 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nIn March, a double rainbow stopped the\\nstorm\\nMay s warm slow yellow moonlit summer\\nnights\\nGone are they, but I have them in my soul\\nPippa Passes. R. B.\\nJune 20th.\\nThere s nothing like\\nAppealing to our nature what beside\\nWas your first poetry No tricks were tried\\nIn that, no hollow thrills, affected throes\\nThe man, we said, tells his own joys\\nand woes\\nWe ll trust him. Would you have your\\nsongs endure\\nBuild on the human heart\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nAnd yet, I ve been more moved, more raised,\\nI say,\\nBy a simple word a broken easy thing\\nA three-years infant might at need repeat,\\nA look, a sigh, a touch upon the palm,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 175\\nWhich meant less than I love you\\nthan by all\\nThe full-voiced rhetoric of those master-\\nmouths.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJune 21 St.\\nThe world lies under me and nowhere I de-\\ntect\\nSo great a gift as this God s own of\\nhuman rife.\\nShall the dead praise Thee No The\\nwhole live world is rife,\\nGod, with Thy glory, rather Life then,\\nGod s best of gifts.\\nFor what shall man exchange? For life\\nwhen so he shifts\\nThe weight and turns the scale, lets life for\\nlife restore\\nGod s balance, sacrifice the less to gain the\\nmore,\\nSubstitute for low life, another s or his\\nown", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "176 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nLife large and liker God s Who gave it\\nthus alone\\nMay life extinguish life that life may trulier\\nbe!\\nHow say you, should the hand God trusted\\nwith life s torch\\nKindled to light the world aware of sparks\\nthat scorch,\\nLet fall the same\\nIvhn Ivanovitch. R. B.\\nJune 22d.\\nAnd, O beloved voices, upon which\\nOurs passionately call, because erelong\\nYe brake off in the middle of that song\\nWe sang together softly, to enrich\\nThe poor world with the sense of love, and\\nwitch\\nThe heart out of things evil, I am strong,\\nKnowing ye are not lost for aye among\\nThe hills, with last year s thrush. God\\nkeeps a niche", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 177\\nIn Heaven to hold our idols and albeit\\nHe brake them to our faces and denied\\nThat our close kisses should impair their\\nwhite,\\nI know we shall behold them, raised complete,\\nThe dust swept from their beauty, glorified\\nNew Memnons singing in the great God-\\nlight,\\nFuturity. Y.. B. B.\\nJune 2}d.\\nThe sad rhyme of the men who proudly\\nclung\\nTo their first fault, and withered in their\\npride\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nNot so, dear child\\nOf after-days, wilt thou reject the Past,\\nBig with deep warnings of the proper tenure\\nBy which thou hast the earth the Present\\nfor thee\\nShall have distinct and trembling beauty, seen", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "178 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nBeside that Past s own shade, whence, in\\nrehef,\\nIts brightness shall stand out nor on thee yet\\nShall burst the Future, as successive zones\\nOf several wonder open on some spirit\\nFlying secure and glad from heaven to\\nheaven\\nBut thou shalt painfully attain to joy,\\nWhile hope, and fear, and love, shall keep\\nthee man\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nJune 24th.\\nBright ministers of God and grace of grace\\nBecause of God whether ye bow adown\\nIn your own heaven, before the living face\\nOf Him who died, and deathless wears the\\ncrown\\nOr whether at this hour, ye haply are\\nAnear, around me, hiding in the night\\nOf this permitted ignorance your light,\\nThis feebleness to spare,\\n/too may haply smile another day", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 179\\nWhen God may call me in your midst to dwell,\\nTo hear your most sweet music s miracle\\nAnd see your wondrous faces. May it be,\\nFor His remembered sake, the Slain on rood.\\nWho rolled His earthly garment red in blood\\n(Treading the wine-press,) that the weak\\nlike me,\\nBefore His heavenly throne should walk in\\nwhite.\\nThe Seraphim.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nJune 2^th.\\nI lived with visions for my company\\nInstead of men and women, years ago,\\nAnd found them gentle mates, nor thought\\nto know\\nA sweeter music than they played to me.\\nLut soon their trailing purple was not free\\nOf this world s dust, their lutes did silent\\ngrow,\\nAnd I myself grew faint and blind below\\nTheir vanishing eyes. Then thou didst\\ncome to be.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "180 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nBeloved, what they seemed. Their shining\\nfronts,\\nTheir songs, their splendors (better, yet\\nthe same.\\nAs water-river hallowed into fonts\\nMet in thee, and from out thee overcame\\nMy soul with satisfaction of all wants,\\nBecause God s gifts put man s best dreams\\nto shame.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nJune 26th.\\nI well knew my weak resolves,\\nI felt the witchery that makes mind sleep\\nOver its treasures as one half afraid\\nTo make his riches definite but now\\nThese feelings shall not utterly be lost,\\nI shall not know again that nameless care.\\nLest leaving all undone in youth, some new\\nAnd undreamed end reveal itself too late\\nAnd though this weak soul sink,\\nand darkness come.\\nSome little word shall light it up again,\\ni", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "FROM BBOWNINO 181\\nAnd I shall see all clearer and love better\\nI shall again go o er the tracts of thought,\\nAs one who has a right and I shall live\\nWith poets calmer purer still each time,\\nAnd beauteous shapes will come to me again.\\nAnd unknown secrets will be trusted me.\\nWhich were not mine when wavering.\\nPauline.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 B.\\nJune 2yth.\\nFor me, my heart that erst did go\\nMost like a tired child at a show.\\nThat sees through tears the mummers leap,\\nWould now its wearied vision close,\\nWould childlike on JJis love repose,\\nWho giveth His beloved, sleep\\nAnd, friends, dear friends, when it shall be\\nThat this low breath is gone from me,\\nAnd round my bier ye come to weep.\\nLet one, most loving of you all,\\nSay, Not a tear must o er her fall\\nHe giveth His beloved, sleep.\\nThe Sleep.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "182 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJune 28th.\\nOne cannot judge\\nOf what has been the ill or well of life,\\nThe day that one is dying, sorrows change\\nInto not altogether sorrow-like\\nI do see strangeness but scarce misery,\\nNow it is over, and no danger more.\\nYes, everybody that leaves life sees all\\nSoftened and bettered so with other sights\\nTo me at least was never evening yet\\nBut seemed far beautifuUer than its day.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nO Christ, come tenderly\\nAnd smile away my mortal to di-\\nvine.\\nA Thought for a Lonely Death-Bed.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nJune 29th.\\nElizabeth Barrett Browning died June 29th, 1861.\\nI am strong in the spirit, deep-thoughted,\\nclear-eyed,\\nI could walk, step for step, with an angel be-\\nside,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING l83\\nOn the Heaven-heights of Truth\\nOh, the soul keeps its youth\\nBut the body faints sore, it is tired in the\\nrace,\\nIt sinks from the chariot ere reaching the\\ngoal;\\nIt is weak, it is cold,\\nThe rein drops from its hold\\nIt sinks back with the death in its face.\\nO Death, O Beyond,\\nThou art sweet, thou art strange\\nA Rhapsody of Lifers Progress. E. B. B.\\nThe snow-white soul that angels fear to take\\nUntenderly.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nJune ^oth.\\nO lyric Love, half-angel and half-bird\\nAnd all a wonder and a wild desire,\\nBoldest of hearts that ever braved the sun,\\nTook sanctuary within the holier blue,\\nAnd sang a kindred soul out to his face,\\nYet human at the red-ripe of the heart,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "184 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nWhen the first summons from the darkUng\\nearth\\nReached thee amid thy chambers, blanched\\ntheir blue,\\nAnd bared them of the glory to drop down.\\nTo toil for man, to suffer or to die,\\nThis is the same voice can thy soul know\\nchange\\nHail then, and hearken from the realms of\\nhelp!\\nNever may I commence my song, my due\\nTo God who best taught gift of song by thee.\\nExcept with bent head and beseeching\\nhand\\nThat still, despite the distance and the dark,\\nWhat was, again may be some interchange\\nOf grace, some splendor once thy very\\nthought.\\nSome benediction anciently thy smile\\nDedication of The Ring and the Book. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "JULY", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "July I St.\\nI.\\nGood, to forgive\\nBest, to forget\\nLiving, we fret\\nDying, we live.\\nFretless and free,\\nSoul clap thy pinion\\nEarth have dominion,\\nBody, o er thee\\nn.\\nWander at will.\\nDay after day,\\nWander away.\\nWandering still\\nSoul that canst soar\\nBody may slumber\\nBody shall cumber\\nSoul-flight no more.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "188 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nIII.\\nWaft of soul s wing\\nWhat lies above?\\nSunshine and Love,\\nSky-blue and Spring\\nBody hides where?\\nFerns of all feather,\\nMosses and heather.\\nYours be the care\\nPisgahSighU\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nJuly 2d.\\nAll service ranks the same with God\\nIf now, as formerly He trod\\nParadise, His presence fills\\nOur earth, each only as God wills\\nCan work God s puppets, best and worst,\\nAre we there is no last nor first.\\nSay not a small event Why small\\nCosts it more pain than this, ye call\\nA great event, should come to pass,\\nThan that Untwine me from the mass\\nI", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 189\\nOf deeds which make up Hfe, one deed\\nPower shall fall short in, or exceed\\nI will pass by, and see their hap-\\npiness,\\nAnd envy none being just as great, no doubt.\\nUseful to men, and dear to God, as they\\nPippa Passes. R. B.\\nJuly jd.\\nWell, sunshine s everywhere, and summer\\ntoo.\\nColombe^s Birthday. R. B.\\nSummer days\\nThat scarce dare breathe they are so\\nbeautiful.\\nAurora Leigh, E. B. B.\\nSee the earth.\\nThe body of our body, the green earth,\\nIndubitably human like this flesh\\nAnd these articulated veins through which\\nOur heart drives blood There s not a\\nflower of Spring", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "190 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThat dies ere June, but vaunts itself allied\\nBy issue and symbol, by significance\\nAnd correspondence, to that spirit-world\\nOutside the linnits of our space and time,\\nWhereto we are bound.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJuly 4th.\\nWith teachings of Thought we reach down to\\nthe deeps\\nOf the souls of our brothers.\\nAnd teach them full words with our slow-\\nmoving lips\\nGod, Liberty, Truth, which they\\nhearken and think\\nAnd work into harmony, link upon link,\\nThen we hear through the silence\\nand glory afar,\\nAs from shores of a star\\nIn aphelion, the new generations that cry,\\nDisenthralled by our voice to harmonious\\nreply.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 191\\nGod, Liberty, Truth\\nWe are glorious forsooth\\nAnd our name has a seat,\\nThough the shroud should be donned.\\nA Rhapsody of Lifers Progress. E. B. B.\\nThe emphasis of death makes manifest\\nThe eloquence of action in our flesh\\nAnd men who, living, were but dimly guessed,\\nWhen once free from life s entangled mesh,\\nShow their full length in graves.\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nJuly ^th.\\nA soul fit to receive\\nDelight at every sense you can believe\\nSordello foremost in the regal class\\nNature has broadly severed from her mass\\nOf men, and framed for pleasure, as she\\nframes\\nSome happy lands, that have luxurious names\\nFor loose fertility a footfall there\\nSuffices to upturn to the warm air", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "192 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nHalf-germinating spices mere decay\\nProduces richer life and day by day\\nNew pollen on the lily-petal grows,\\nAnd still more labyrinthine buds the rose.\\nYou recognize at once the finer dress\\nOf flesh that amply lets in loveliness\\nAt eye and ear a touch divine\\nAnd the scaled eyeball owns the mystic rod\\nVisibly through His garden walketh God.\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094^. B.\\nJuly 6th.\\nFree men freely work.\\nWhoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.\\nHe cried, True. After Adam, work was\\ncurse\\nThe natural creature labors, sweats and\\nfrets.\\nBut after Christ, work turns to privilege,\\nAnd henceforth one with our humanity,\\nThe Six-day Worker, working still in us.\\nHas called us freely to work on with Him\\nIn high companionship. So, happiest", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 193\\nI count that Heaven itself is only work\\nTo a surer issue. Let us work, indeed,\\nBut no more work as Adam, nor\\nas if the only man on earth,\\nResponsible for all the thistles blown\\nAnd tigers couchant, struggling in amaze\\nAgainst disease and winter, snarling on\\nForever, that the world s not paradise.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJuly yth.\\nGod keeps His holy mysteries\\nJust on the outside of man s dream\\nAbstractions, are they, from the forms\\nOf His great beauty exaltations\\nFrom His great glory strong previsions\\nOf what we shall be intuitions\\nOf what we are in calms and storms,\\nBeyond our peace and passions\\nThings nameless which, in passing so.\\nDo stroke us with a subtle grace.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "194 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nYet, touching so, they draw above\\nOur common thoughts to Heaven s un-\\nknown\\nOur daily joy and pain advance\\nTo a divine significance,\\nOur human love O mortal love,\\nThat light is not its own\\nHuman Lifers Misery. E. B. B.\\nJuly 8th.\\nIf lost confidence might be renewed\\nNever in noble natures With the base\\nones,\\nTwist off the crab s claw, wait a smarting-\\nwhile.\\nAnd something grows and grows and gets to\\nbe\\nA mimic of the lost joint, just so like\\nAs keeps in mind it never, never will\\nReplace its predecessor Crabs do that\\nBut lop the lion s foot\\nColombe a Birthday. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 195\\nThe hill-cat boasts some cunning of her own.\\nSome stealthy trick to better beasts unknown,\\nThat quick with prey enough her hunger\\nblunts,\\nAnd feeds her fat while gaunt the lion hunts.\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nJuly gth.\\nThe sight of the great lime-tree on the lawn,\\nWhich seemed to have come on purpose from\\nthe woods\\nTo bring the house a message.\\nThe moon came,\\nAnd swept my chamber clean of foolish\\nthoughts.\\nThe sun came, saying, Shall I lift this light\\nAgainst the lime-tree, and you will not look\\nI make the birds sing listen but, for you,\\nGod never hears your voice, excepting when\\nYou lie upon the bed at nights and weep.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nShe thanked God and sighed.\\n(Some people always sigh in thanking God.)\\nIbid,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "196 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJuly loth.\\nShe looked up to the pictured saint and gently\\nshook her head\\nThe picture is too calm for me, too calm\\nfor me, she said\\nThe little flowers we brought with us, before\\nit we may lay,\\nFor those are used to look at heaven, but\\nmust turn away\\nBecause no sinner under sun can dare or bear\\nto gaze\\nOn God s or angel s hohness, except in Jesus\\nface.\\nThen breaking into tears, Dear God,\\nshe cried, and must we see\\nAll blissful things depart from us, or ere we\\ngo to Thee\\nWe cannot guess Thee in the wood, or hear\\nThee in the wind\\nOur cedars must fall around us, ere we see\\nthe light behind", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 197\\nAy, sooth, we feel too strong in weal, to need\\nThee on that road\\nBut woe being come, the soul is dumb that\\ncrieth not on God.\\nThe Lay of the Brown Rosary, E. B. B.\\nJuly nth.\\nI used to sit and look at my life\\nAs it rippled and ran till, right before,\\nA great stone stopped it oh, the strife\\nOf waves at the stone some devil threw\\nIn my life s midcurrent, thwarting God\\nBut either I thought, They may churn and\\nchide\\nAwhile, my waves which came for their\\njoy\\nAnd found this horrible stone full-tide\\nYet I see just a thread escape, deploy\\nThrough the evening-country, silent and safe,\\nAnd it suffers no more till it finds the sea.\\nOr else I would think, Perhaps some night\\nWhen new things happen, a meteor-ball", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "198 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMay slip through the sky in a line of light,\\nAnd earth breathe hard, and landmarks fall,\\nAnd my waves no longer champ nor chafe.\\nSince a stone will have rolled from its place\\nlet be!\\nToo Late.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nJuly 1 2th.\\nI read a score of books on womanhood\\nTo prove, if women do not think at all,\\nThey may teach thinking, books that\\nboldly assert\\nTheir right of comprehending husband s talk\\nWhen not too deep, and even of answering\\nWith pretty* may it please you, or so\\nit is,\\nTheir rapid insight and fine aptitude.\\nParticular worth and general missionariness.\\nAs long as they keep quiet by the fire\\nAnd never say no when the world says\\nay,\\nFor that is fatal, their angelic reach\\nOf virtue, chiefly used to sit and dam,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 199\\ntheir, in brief,\\nPotential faculty in everything\\nOf abdicating power in it she owned\\nShe liked a woman to be womanly.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nJuly ijth.\\nHe gathers earth s whole good into his arms,\\nStanding, as man, now, stately, strong and\\nwise,\\nMarching to Fortune, not surprised by her\\nOne great aim, like a guiding-star, above\\nWhich tasks strength, wisdom, stateliness to\\nlift\\nHis manhood to the height that takes the\\nprize\\nA prize not near lest overlooking earth\\nHe rashly spring to seize it nor remote,\\nSo that he rests upon his path content\\nBut day by day, while shimmering grows\\nshine.\\nAnd the faint circlet prophesies the orb,\\nHe sees so much as, just evolving these,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "300 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThe stateliness, the wisdom and the strength,\\nTo due completion, will suffice this life.\\nAnd lead him at his grandest to the grave.\\nAfter this star.\\nColomWs Birthday. R. B.\\nJuly 14th.\\nAnd who saith I loved once\\nNot angels, whose clear eyes, love, love\\nforesee,\\nLove through eternity.\\nAnd by To Love do apprehend To Be.\\nNot God, called Love, His noble crown-\\nname, casting\\nA light too broad for blasting\\nThe great God changing not from everlast-\\ning,\\nSaith never, I loved once.\\nOh, never is Loved once,\\nThy word, thou Victim-Christ, misprized\\nfriend\\nThy cross and curse may rend\\nBut having loved Thou lovest to the end", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 201\\nit is man s saying man s. Too weak to\\nmove\\nOne sphered star above.\\nMan desecrates the eternal God -word, Love,\\nWith His No More and Once.\\nLoved Once.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nJuly i^th.\\nAnd have you never mused and said,\\nI had a noble purpose, and full strength\\nTo compass it; but I have stopped half-\\nway,\\nAnd wrongly give the first-fruits of my toil\\nTo objects little worthy of the gift\\nWhy linger round them still? why clench\\nmy fault\\nWhy seek for consolation in defeat\\nIn vain endeavors to derive a beauty\\nFrom ugliness why seek to make the most\\nOf what no power can change, nor strive in-\\nstead\\nWith mighty effort to redeem the past,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "202 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAnd, gathering up the treasures thus cast\\ndown,\\nTo hold a steadfast course til I arrive\\nAt their fit destination and my own?\\nFaracelms. R. B.\\nJuly 1 6th.\\nGod Thou art Love I build my faith on\\nthat!\\nEven as I watch beside Thy tortured child,\\nUnconscious whose hot tears fall fast by him\\nSo doth Thy right hand guide us through the\\nworld\\nWherein we stumble.\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nLike a sick child that knoweth not his mother\\nwhile she blesses\\nAnd drops upon his burning brow the cool-\\nness of her kisses\\nThat turns his fevered eyes around My\\nmother Where s my mother?\\nAs if such tender words and deeds could\\ncome from any other", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 203\\nThe fever gone, with leaps of heart, he sees\\nher bending o er him.\\nHer face all pale from watchful love, the un-\\nweary love she bore him\\nThus woke the poet from the dream his life s\\nlong fever gave him,\\nBeneath those deep, pathetic Eyes, which\\nclosed in death to save him\\nCowper a Grave. E, B. B.\\nJuly 77.\\nAnd there was silence in Heaven for the space\\nof half-an-hour. Revelations.\\nGod, who, with thunders and great voices kept\\nBeneath Thy throne, and stars most silver-\\npaced\\nAlong the inferior gyres, and open-faced\\nMelodious angels round; canst intercept\\nMusic with music yet, at will, hast swept\\nAll back, all back, (said he in Patmos placed,\\nTo fill the heavens with silence of the waste,\\nWhich lasted half-an-hour Lo, I who have\\nwept", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "204 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAll day and night, beseech Thee by my\\ntears,\\nAnd by that dread response of curse and\\ngroan\\nMen alternate across these hemispheres,\\nVouchsafe us such a half-hour s hush alone,\\nIn compensation for our stormy years\\nAs heaven has paused from song, let earth,\\nfrom moan.\\nHeaven and Earth. E. B. B.\\nJuly 1 8th.\\nI do what many dream of all their lives.\\nDream strive to do, and agonize to do.\\nAnd fail in doing\\nWell, less is more, Lucrezia I am judged.\\nThere burns a truer light of God in them.\\nIn their vexed, beating, stuffed and stopped-\\nup brain.\\nHeart, or whate er else, than goes on to\\nprompt\\nThis low-pulsed forthright craftsman s hand\\nof mine.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 205\\nTheir works drop ground ward, but them-\\nselves, I know,\\nReach many a time a heaven that s shut to\\nme,\\nEnter and take their place there sure enough.\\nThough they come back and cannot tell the\\nworld.\\nMy works are nearer heaven, but I sit here.\\nAndrea Del Sarto. R. B.\\nJulv 19th,\\nSpeak not he is consecrated\\nBreathe no breath across his eyes\\nLifted up and separated\\nOn the hand of God he lies,\\nIn a sweetness beyond touching, held in\\ncloistral sanctities.\\nCould you bless him father mother\\nBless the dimple in his cheek\\nDare ye look at one another,\\nAnd the benediction speak\\nWould you not break out in weeping, and con-\\nfess yourselves too weak", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "206 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nHe is harmless ye are sinful,\\nYe are troubled, he at ease:\\nFrom his slumber, virtue winful\\nFloweth outward with increase\\nDare not bless him but be blessed by his\\npeace and go in peace.\\nA Child Asleep.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Y.. B. B.\\nJuly 20th.\\nHow very hard it is to be\\nA Christian Hard for you and me,\\nNot the mere task of making real\\nThe duty up to its ideal,\\nEffecting thus, complete and whole,\\nA purpose of the human soul\\nFor that is always hard to do\\nBut hard, I mean, for me and you\\nTo realize it, more or less.\\nWith even the moderate success\\nWhich commonly repays our strife\\nTo carry out the aims of life.\\nThis aim is greater, you will say,\\nAnd so more arduous every way.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 207\\nBut the importance of their fruits\\nStill proves to man, in all pursuits,\\nProportional encouragement.\\nEaster-Day.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.\\nJttly 21 St.\\nPrometheus. I did restrain besides\\nMy mortals from premeditating death.\\nChorus. How didst thou medicine the\\nplague-fear of death\\nPrometheus. I set blind Hopes to inhabit in\\ntheir house.\\nChorus. By that gift, thou didst help thy\\nmortals well.\\nPrometheus Bound. E. B.\\nHere I live\\nIn trusting ease and here you drive\\nAt causing me to lose what most\\nYourself would mourn for had you lost\\nBut, do you see, my friend, that thus\\nYou leave St. Paul for ^schylus\\nWho made his Titan s arch-device\\nThe giving men d/t nd hopes to spice\\nThe meal of life with.\\nEaster- Day, B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "208 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nJuly 22d\\nSome respect to social fictions\\nHath been also lost by me\\nAnd some generous genuflexions\\nWhich my spirit offered free\\nTo the pleasant old conventions of our false\\nhumanity.\\nThe Lost Bower\u00e2\u0080\u0094 B. B.\\nAnd, sometimes, horror chills our blood\\nTo be so near such mystic Things\\nWe wrap around us, for defence,\\nOur purple manners, moods of sense\\nAs angels, from the face of God,\\nStand hidden in their wings.\\nHuman Lifers 3Iisery. E. B. B.\\nJuly 23d.\\nIndeed the especial marking of the man\\nIs prone submission to the heavenly will\\nSeeing it, what it is, and why it is.\\nSayeth he will wait patient to the last\\nFor that same death which must restore hi\\nbeing", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 209\\nTo equilibrium, body loosening soul\\nDivorced even now by premature full growth.\\nhe loves both old and young,\\nAble and weak, affects the very brutes\\nAnd birds how say I flowers of the field\\nAs a wise workman recognizes tools\\nIn a master s workshop, loving what they\\nmake.\\nThus is the man as harmless as a lamb:\\nOnly impatient, let him do his best\\nAt ignorance and carelessness and sin\\nAn indignation that is promptly curbed.\\nAn Epistle of Karshish. R. B.\\nJuly 24th.\\nThe self-poised God may dwell alone\\nWith inward glorying\\nBut God s chief angel waiteth for\\nA brother s voice to sing.\\nAnd a lonely creature of sinful nature\\nIt is an awful thing.\\nThe PoeVs Fow.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "210 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nHold it in thy constant ken\\nThat God s own unity compresses\\nOne into one, the human many.\\nAnd that His everlastingness is\\nThe bond which is not loosed by any.\\nFor thou and I this law must keep,\\nIf not in love, in sorrow then\\nThough smiling not like other men,\\nStill like them we must weep.\\nIbid.\\nJuly 2^th.\\nDeath so nigh,\\nWhen time must end, eternity\\nBegin, and cannot I compute,\\nWeigh loss and gain together, suit\\nMy actions to the balance drawn,\\nAnd give my body to be sawn\\nAsunder, hacked in pieces, tied\\nTo horses, stoned, burned, crucified.\\nLike any martyr of the list\\nHow gladly if I make acquist.\\nThrough the brief minute s fierce annoy,\\nOf God s eternity of joy.\\nEaster- Day. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 211\\nSo shall we marvel why we grudged\\nOur labor here, and idly judged\\nOf heaven.\\nIbid.\\nJuly 26th.\\nSo!\\nNo after- judgment no first thought re-\\nvised\\nHer first and last decision me, she leaves\\nTakes him a simple heart is flung aside,\\nThe ermine o er a heartless breast embraced\\nOh Heaven, this mockery has been played\\ntoo oft\\nOnce, to surprise the angels twice, that\\nfiends\\nRecording, might be proud they chose not\\nso\\nThrice, many thousand times, to teach the\\nworld\\nAll men should pause, misdoubt their strength,\\nsince men\\nCould have such chance yet fail so signally.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "212 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nBut ever ever this farewell to heaven,\\nWelcome to earth this taking death for\\nlife\\nThis spurning love and kneeling to the\\nworld\\nOh Heaven, it is too often and too old\\nColomhe s Birthday, R. B.\\nJuly 2yth.\\nI have prayed for thee with bursting sobs,\\nWhen passion s course was free\\nI have prayed for thee with silent lips,\\nIn the anguish none could see\\nThey whispered oft, She sleepeth soft,\\nBut I only prayed for thee.\\nThe PoeVs Vow.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nOh, womanly she prayed in tent.\\nWhen none beside did wake\\nThe Bomaunt of the Page. E. B. B.\\nWhy, what angel uplifts\\nSuch a music, so clear.\\nIt may seem in God s ear", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 213\\nWorth more than a woman s hoarse weeping\\nAnd thus,\\nPity tender as tears, I above thee would speak,\\nThou woman that weepest\\nThe Seraphim.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nJuly 28th.\\nShe will weep her woman s tears, she will\\npray her woman s prayers,\\nBut her heart is young in pain, and her hopes\\nwill spring again\\nBy the suntirae of her years.\\nRhyme of the Duchesa May.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nYouth once gone is gone\\nDeeds, let escape, are never to be done.\\nLeaf-fall and grass-spring for the year; for\\nus\\nOh, forfeit I unalterably thus\\nMy chance nor two lives wait me, this to\\nspend,\\nLearning save that? Nature has time, may\\nmend", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "214 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMistake, she knows occasion will recur\\nLandslip or seabreach, how affects it her\\nWith her magnificent resources\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nYouth s too bright not to be a little hard.\\nAurora Leigh, E. B. B.\\nYouth s stern, set face to face\\nWith youth s ideal.\\nIbid.\\nJuly 29th.\\nFool All that is, at all.\\nLasts ever, past recall\\nEarth changes, but thy soul and God stand\\nsure:\\nWhat entered into thee.\\nThat was, is, and shall be\\nTime s wheel runs back or stops Potter and\\nclay endure.\\nHe fixed thee mid this dance\\nOf plastic circumstance.\\nThis Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain\\narrest", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "FROM BBOWNINQ 215\\nMachinery just meant\\nTo give thy soul its bent,\\nTry thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently im-\\npressed.\\nWhat though the earlier grooves\\nWhich ran the laughing loves\\nAround thy base, no longer pause and press\\nWhat though, about thy rim,\\nSkull-things in order grim\\nGrow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner\\nstress?\\nBabU Ben Ezra.^ R, B.\\nJuly joth, I\\nLook not thou down but up\\nTo uses of a cup,\\nBut I need, now as then.\\nThee, God, who moldest men\\nAnd since, not even while the whirl was\\nworst,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "216 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nDid I, to the wheel of life\\nWith shapes and colors rife,\\nBound dizzily, mistake my end, to slake\\nThy thirst\\nSo, take and use Thy work\\nAmend what flaws may lurk,\\nWhat strain o the stuff, what warpings past\\nthe aim\\nMy times be in Thy hand\\nPerfect the cup as planned\\nLet Age approve of Youth, and Death com-\\nplete the same\\nBabU Ben Ezra.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nJuly J I St.\\nThere is a vision in the heart of each\\nOf justice, mercy, wisdom tenderness\\nTo wrong and pain, and knowledge of its\\ncure.\\nColombe^a Birthday. R. B.\\nWere men all mind he gains\\nA station little enviable. From God\\nDown to the lowest spirits ministrant.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 217\\nIntelligence exists which casts our mind\\nInto immeasurable shade. No, no\\nLove, hope, fear, faith these make humanity.\\nThese are its sign, and note, and character.\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nThe poems in my soul,\\nThe love, the passionate faith, the sacrifice,\\nThe constancy.\\nIn a Balcony, --K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "AUGUST.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "August J St.\\nAnd some midsummer morning, at the lull\\nJust about daybreak, as he looks across\\nA sparkling foreign country, wonderful\\nTo the sea s edge for gloom and gloss,\\nNext minute must annul,\\nThen, when the wind begins among the vines.\\nSo low, so low, what shall it say but this\\nHere is the change beginning, here the\\nhnes\\nCircumscribe beauty, set to bliss\\nThe limit time assigns.\\nNothing can be as it has been before\\nBetter, so call it, only not the same.\\nTo draw one beauty into our heart s core.\\nAnd keep it changeless such our claim\\nSo answered, Never more\\nJames Lee s Wife. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "222 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAugust 2d.\\nVenice seems a type\\nOf Life twixt blue and blue extends, a\\nstripe,\\nAs Life, the somewhat, hangs twixt naught\\nand naught\\nTis Venice, and tis Life as good you\\nsought\\nTo spare me the Piazza s slippery stone\\nOr keep me to the unchoked canals alone,\\nAs hinder Life the evil with the good\\nWhich makes up Living, rightly understood.\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nIt is our trust\\nThat there is yet another world to mend\\nAll error and mischance.\\nFaracelms. R. B.\\nBut Who clothes summer. Who is Life itself\\nGod, that created all things, can renew\\nParacelsus. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 223\\nAugust }d.\\nO world, O world,\\nO jurists, rhymers, dreamers, what you please,\\nWe play a weary game of hide-and-seek\\nWe shape a figure of our fantasy,\\nCall nothing something, and run after it\\nAnd lose it, lose ourselves too in the search.\\nTill clash against us, comes a somebody\\nWho also has lost something and is lost.\\nPhilosopher against philanthropist.\\nAcademician against poet, man\\nAgainst woman, against the living the dead.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nthe secret of the world,\\nOf man, and man s true purpose, path, and\\nfate.\\nParacelaus. R. B.\\nAugust 4th.\\nLead us and teach us, till earth and heaven\\nGrow larger around us and higher above.\\nItaly and the World.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThrough Heaven and earth\\nGod s will moves freely and I follow it,\\nAs color follows light. He overflows\\nThe firmamental walls with deity,\\nTherefore with love; His lightenings go\\nabroad\\nHis pity may do so.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nI profess no other share\\nIn the selection of my lot, than this.\\nA ready answer to the will of God\\nWho summons me.\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nAugust ^th.\\nI am a watcher, whose eyes have grown dim\\nWith looking for some star\u00e2\u0080\u0094 which breaks\\non him.\\nAltered, and worn, and weak, and full of\\ntears.\\nPauline.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 225\\nNow Christ bless you with the one light\\nWhich goes shining night and day\\nMay the flowers which grow in sunlight\\nShed their fragrance on your way\\nWine of Cyprus. E. B. B.\\nIs it enough, dear God then lighten so\\nThis soul that smiles in darkness\\nHugh Stuart Boyd.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nAugust 6th.\\nLook, look up, in starry passion,\\nTo the throne above the spheres,\\nLearn the spirit s gravitation\\nStill must differ from the tears.\\nHope with all the strength thou usest\\nIn embracing thy despair\\nLove the earthly love thou losest\\nShall return to thee more fair.\\nWork make clear the forest-tangles\\nOf the wildest stranger-land\\nTrust the blessed deathly angels\\nWhisper Sabbath hours at hand 1", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "226 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nBy the heart s wound when most gory\\nBy the longest agony,\\nSmile Behold, in sudden glory\\nThe Transfigured smiles on thee\\nThe Fourfold Aspect.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nAugust yth.\\nFirst I will pray. Do Thou\\nThat ownest the soul,\\nYet wilt grant control\\nTo another, nor disallow\\nFor a time, restrain me now\\nI admonish me while I may,\\nNot to squander guilt,\\nSince require Thou wilt\\nAt my hand its price one day\\nWhat the price is, who can say?\\nMesmerism. R. B.\\nStill trusting in a Hand that leads me through\\nAll danger and this feeling still has fought\\nAgainst my weakest reason and resolves.\\nPawWne.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 227\\nAugust 8th.\\nSo, I soberly laid my last plan\\nTo extinguish the man.\\nWhen sudden how think ye, the end\\nDid I say without friend\\nSay rather, from marge to blue marge\\nThe whole sky grew his targe\\nWith the sun s self for visible boss,\\nWhile an Arm ran across\\nWhich the earth heaved beneath like a\\nbreast\\nWhere the wretch was safe prest\\nDo you see Just my vengeance complete\\nThe man sprang to his feet,\\nStood erect, caught at God s skirts, and\\nprayed\\nSo, was afraid\\nJnstans Tyrannua. R. B.\\nAugust pth.\\nLay me,\\nWhen I shall die, within some narrow grave,\\nNot by itself,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for that would be too proud\\nBut where such graves are thickest let it look", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "228 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nNowise distinguished from the hillocks\\nround,\\nSo that the peasant at his brother s bed\\nMay tread upon my own and know it not\\nAnd we shall all be equal at the last,\\nOr classed according to life s natural ranks,\\nFathers, sons, brothers, friends, not rich,\\nnor wise,\\nNor gifted lay me thus, then say He lived\\nToo much advanced before his brother men\\nThey kept him still in front twas for their\\ngood.\\nBut yet a dangerous station. It were strange\\nThat he should tell God he had never\\nranked\\nWith men so, here at least he is a man\\nParaeeUus, R. B.\\nAugust lOth.\\nListen I do beUeve, what you call trust\\nWas self-reliance at best for, see\\nSo long as God would kindly pioneer\\nA path for you, and screen you from the\\nworld,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 229\\nProcure you full exemption from man s lot,\\nMan s common hopes and fears, on the mere\\npretext\\nOf your engagement in His service yield you\\nA limitless license you were content\\nto say\\nMost courtly praises What is it, at last.\\nBut selfishness without example None\\nCould trace God s will so plain as you, while\\nyours\\nRemained implied in it but now you fail,\\nAnd we, who prate about that will, are fools\\nIn short, God s service is established here\\nAs He determines fit, and not your way.\\nAnd this you cannot brook\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nAugust nth.\\nWe sow the glebe, we reap the corn,\\nWe build the house where we may rest\\nAnd then, at moments, suddenly,\\nWe look up to the great wide sky,\\nEnquiring wherefore were we born.\\nFor earnest, or for jest", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "230 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThe senses folding thick and dark\\nAbout the stifled soul within,\\nWe guess diviner things beyond,\\nAnd yearn to them with yearning fond\\nWe strike out blindly to a mark\\nBelieved in, but not seen.\\nAnd in the tumult and excess\\nOf act and passion under sun,\\nWe sometimes hear oh, soft and far,\\nAs silver star did touch with star,\\nThe kiss of Peace and Righteousness\\nThrough all things that are done.\\nHuman Life s Misery. E. B. B.\\nAugust 1 2th.\\nDeep within my heart of hearts there hid\\nEver the confidence, amends for all,\\nThat heaven repairs what wrong earth s\\njourney did,\\nWhen love from life-long exile comes at\\ncall.\\nDuty and love one broad way, were the best\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 231\\nWho doubts But one or other was to\\nchoose.\\nI chose the darkling half, and wait the rest\\nIn that new world where light and dark-\\nness fuse.\\nBifurcation, R. B.\\nThe rest is with God whose finger I see\\nevery minute of my life.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by\\nHarper Brothers.\\nThe mastery another life should learn,\\nThrusting in time eternity s concern.\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nAugust ijth.\\nBehold, the people waits.\\nLike God, as He, in His serene of might.\\nSo they, in their endurance of long straits.\\nYe stamp no nation out, though day and night\\nYe tread them with that absolute heel which\\ngrates\\nAnd grinds them flat from all attempted\\nheight.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "232 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nYou kill worms sooner with a garden-spade\\nThan you kill peoples peoples will not die\\nThe tail curls stronger when you lop the\\nhead;\\nThey writhe at every wound and multiply,\\nAnd shudder into a heap of life that s made\\nThus vital from God s own vitality.\\nTis hard to shrivel back a day of God s\\nOnce fixed for judgment tis hard to\\nchange\\nThe people s, when they rise beneath their\\nloads\\nAnd heave them from their backs with violent\\nwrench\\nTo crush the oppresser.\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nAugust 14th.\\nHere s my case. Of old I used to love him,\\nThis same unseen friend, before I knew\\nDream there was none like him, none above\\nhim,\\nWake to hope and trust my dream\\nwas true.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 233\\nLoved I not his letters full of beauty\\nNot his actions famous far and wide\\nAbsent, he would know I vowed him duty\\nPresent, he would find me at his side.\\nNever mind Though foolishness may flout\\nme.\\nOne thing s sure enough tis neither frost,\\nNo, nor fire, shall freeze or burn from out\\nme\\nThanks for truth though falsehood,\\ngained though lost.\\nAll my days, I ll go the softlier, sadlier,\\nFor that dream s sake How forget the\\nthrill\\nThrough and through me as I thought The\\ngladlier\\nLives my friend because I love him still\\nFears and Scruples. R. B.\\nAugust i^ih.\\nThere is something fascinating to me, in\\nthat Bohemian way of living all the\\nconventions of society cut so close and thin.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "234 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nthat the soul can see through beyond\\nabove. It is real life as you say\\nI am very glad that you like simplicity\\nin habits of life it has both reasonableness\\nand sanctity. People are apt to suffocate\\ntheir faculties by their manners English\\npeople especially. I admire that you, who\\nhave had temptation more than enough, I am\\ncertain, under every form, have lived in the\\nmidst of this London of ours, close to the\\ngreat social vortex, yet have kept so safe,\\nand free, and calm and pure from the beset-\\nting sins of our society.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\nAugust l6th.\\ni I tell you rather that whoever may\\nDiscern true ends here, shall grow pure enough\\nTo love them, brave enough to strive for them.\\nAnd strong enough to reach them, though\\nthe roads be rough.\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 235\\nStep by step was worn\\nAs each man gained on each, securely\\nhow\\nEach by his own strength sought his\\nown ideal,\\nThe ultimate perfection leaning bright\\nFrom out the sun and stars, to bless the leal\\nAnd earnest search of all for fair and right,\\nThrough doubtful forms, by earth ac-\\ncounted real\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nAugust lyth.\\nHush if you saw some western cloud\\nAll billowy bosomed, over-bowed\\nBy many benedictions sun s\\nAnd moon s and evening-star s at once\\nAnd so, you, looking and loving best.\\nConscious grew, your passion drew\\nCloud, sunset, moonrise, star-shine too,\\nDown on you, near and yet more near.\\nTill flesh must fade for heaven was here\\nThe Last Ride Together.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "236 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nSuch life here, through such length of hours,\\nSuch miracles performed in play,\\nSuch primal naked forms of flowers,\\nSuch letting nature have her way\\nWhile heaven looks from its towers\\nHow say you Let us, O my dove.\\nLet us be unashamed of soul,\\nAs earth lies bare to heaven above\\nTwo in the Campagna E. B.\\nAugust i8th.\\nDo you hear the children weeping, O my\\nbrothers,\\nEre the sorrow comes with years\\nThey are leaning their young heads against\\ntheir mothers,\\nAnd that cannot stop their tears.\\nThe young lambs are bleating in the mead-\\nows\\nThe young birds are chirping in their nest\\nThe young fawns are playing with the shad-\\nows\\nThe young flowers are blowing toward the\\nwest:", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 237\\nBut the young, young children, O my broth-\\ners,\\nThey are weeping bitterly\\nThey are weeping in the playtime of the\\nothers,\\nIn the country of the free.\\nThe Cry of the Children.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nPatient children think what pain\\nMakes a young child patient ponder\\nWronged too commonly to strain\\nAfter right, or wish, or wonder.\\nA Song for the Ragged Schools of London. E. B. B.\\nAugust rpth.\\nThus, at three.\\nThis poor weaned kid would run off from the\\nfold,\\nThis babe would steal off from the mother s\\nchair,\\nAnd, creeping through the golden walls of\\ngorse,\\nWould find some keyhole toward the secrecy", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "238 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOf Heaven s high blue, and, nestling down,\\npeer out\\nOh, not to catch the angels at their games,\\nShe had never heard of angels, but to gaze\\nShe knew not why, to see she knew not what,\\nA-hungering outward from the barren earth\\nFor something like a joy. She liked, she said.\\nTo dazzle black her sight against the sky,\\nFor then, it seemed, some grand, blind Love\\ncame down,\\nAnd groped her out, and clasped her with a\\nkiss;\\nShe learned God that way.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nThe child s sob in the silence curses deeper\\nThan the strong man in his wrath.\\nThe Cry of the Children.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nAugust 20th\\nFail I alone, in words and deeds?\\nWhy, all men strive and who succeeds\\nWe rode it seemed my spirit flew,\\nSaw other regions, cities new,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 239\\nAs the world rushed by on either side.\\nI thought, All labor, yet no less\\nBear up beneath their unsuccess.\\nLook at the end of work, contrast\\nThe petty done, the undone vast,\\nThis present of theirs with the hopeful past\\nWhat hand and brain went ever paired\\nWhat heart alike conceived and dared\\nWhat act proved all its thought had been\\nWhat will but felt the fleshly screen\\nThe Last Bide Together.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.\\nAugust 2ISt.\\nSo we refresh our souls, fulfill\\nOur works, our daily tasks and thus\\nGather you grain earth s harvest still.\\nFilippo Baldinucci on the Privilege of Burial. R- B.\\nI count life just a stuff\\nTo try the soul s strength on, educe the man.\\nWho keeps one end in view makes all things\\nserve.\\nIn a Balcony, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "240 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nTo only have conceived,\\nPlanned your great works, apart from progress.\\nSurpasses little works achieved\\nWaring\u00e2\u0080\u0094 K. B.\\nAugust 22d.\\nWere ye wronged by me,\\nHated and tempted and undone of me,\\nStill, what s your hurt to mine of doing hurt,\\nOf hating, tempting, and so ruining\\nThe sword s hilt is the sharpest, and cuts\\nthrough\\nThe hand that wields it.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nDead-white and disarmed she lay.\\nNo matter for the sword, her word sufficed\\nTo spike the coward through and through.\\nThe Ring and the Book.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nThen the sword he leant upon, shivered\\nsnapped upon the stone,\\nSword, he thought, with inward laugh,\\nill thou servest for a staff\\nWhen thy nobler use is done.\\nBhyme of the Duchess May, E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 241\\nAugust 2jd.\\nPrompt was found\\nA man and man enough, heart-sober and\\nheart-sound,\\nReady to hear God s voice, resolute to obey.\\nIvhn Ivhnovitch. R. B.\\nWho dared build temples, without tombs in\\nsight?\\nOr live, without some dead man s benison\\nOr seek truth, hope for good, and strive for\\nright,\\nIf, looking up, he saw not in the sun\\nSome angel of the martyrs all day long\\nStanding and waiting\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nImmortal as every great soul is, that struggles,\\nendures, and fulfills.\\nLord Walter s Wife.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nAugust 24th.\\nThe escape from pangs of heart and bodily J\\nweakness when you throw off your self,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "242 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nwhat you feel to be yourself, into another\\natmosphere and into other relations, where\\nyour life may spread its wings out new, and\\ngather on every plume a brightness from the\\nsun of the sun\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by\\nHai-per Brothers.\\nWith worthy acception of pure joy,\\nBehold the trances of the holy hills\\nBeneath the leaning stars or watch the vales\\nDew-pallid with their morning ecstasy\\nOr hear the winds make pastoral peace be-\\ntween\\nTwo grassy uplands, and the river-wells\\nWork out their bubbling mysteries under-\\nground\\nAnd all the birds sing, till for joy of song,\\nThey lift their trembling wings as if to heave\\nThe too-much weight of music from their\\nheart\\nAnd float it up the aether\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 243\\nAugust 2^th.\\nEve. By dream or sense,\\nDo we see this\\nAdam. Our spirits have climbed high\\nBy reason of the passion of our\\ngrief,\\nAnd from the top of sense, looked\\nover sense,\\nTo the significance and heart of\\nthings\\nRather than things themselves.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 B. B.\\nas when a soul\\nWill pass out through the sweetness of a song\\nBeyond it, voyaging the uphill road,\\nEven so mine wandered from the things I\\nheard\\nTo those I suffered. It was afterward\\nI shaped the resolution to the act.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "244 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAugust 26th.\\nThere was a ripe, round, long, black, tooth-\\nsome fruit,\\nEven a flower-fig, the prime boast of May\\nAnd, to the tree, said either the spirit\\no the fig.\\nOr, if we bring in men, the gardener,\\nWell, anyhow, one with au-\\nthority said\\nRipe fig, burst skin, regale the fig-pecker\\nThe bird whereof thou art a perquisite\\nNay, with a flounce, replied the restif fig,\\nI much prefer to keep my pulp myself:\\nHe may go breakfastless and dinnerless,\\nSupperless of one crimson seed, for me\\nSo, back she flopped into her bunch of\\nleaves.\\nHe flew off, left her, did the natural lord,\\nAnd lo, three hundred thousand bees and\\nwasps\\nFound her out, feasted on her to the shuck\\nSuch gain the fig s that gave its bird no bite\\n7 he Ring and the Book, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "FB03I BROWNING 245\\nAugust 2yth.\\nEarth Spirits.\\nYet, O mortals, do not fear us,\\nWe are gentle in our languor\\nAnd more good ye shall have near us\\nThan any pain or anger\\nAnd our God s refracted blessing in our\\nblessing shall be given\\nYe shall find us tender nurses\\nTo your weariness of nature j\\nAnd our hands shall stroke the curse s\\nDreary furrows from the creature,\\ni ill your bodies shall lie smooth in death,\\nand straight and slumberful\\nThen a couch we will provide you\\nWhere no summer heat shall dazzle\\nStrewing on you and beside you\\nThyme and rosemary and basil\\nAnd the yew-tree shall grow overhead to keep\\nall safe and cool.\\nA Drama of Exile,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E, B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "246 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAugust 28th.\\nWe, who are the seed\\nOf buried creatures, if we turned and spat\\nUpon our antecedents, we were vile.\\nBring violets rather. If these had not walked\\nTheir furlong, could we hope to walk our\\nmile?\\nTherefore bring violets Yet if we, self-\\nbaulked.\\nStand still a-strewing violets all the while.\\nThese moved in vain, of whom we have\\nvainly talked.\\nSo rise up henceforth with a cheerful smile,\\nAnd having strewn the violets, reap the corn.\\nAnd, having reaped and garnered, bring\\nthe plough\\nAnd draw new furrows neath the healthy morn.\\nAnd plant the great Hereafter in this Now.\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nWe hurry onward to extinguish hell\\nWith our fresh souls, our younger hope, and\\nGod s\\nMaturity of purpose. ibid.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 247\\nAugust 2pth.\\nmoments\\nWhen the spirit s true endowments\\nStand out plainly from its false ones,\\nAnd apprise it if pursuing\\nOr the right way or the wrong way,\\nTo its triumph or undoing.\\nOh, observe Of course, next moment,\\nThe world s honors, in derision,\\nTrampled out the light forever\\nNever fear but there s provision\\nOf the devil s to quench knowledge\\nLest we walk the earth in rapture\\nMaking those who catch God s secret\\nJust so much more prize their capture\\nCristina, R. B.\\nAugust ^oth.\\nIt is amusing to me, quite amusing, to\\nobserve how people cannot conceive of work\\nexcept under certain familiar forms. Men", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "248 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nwho dig in ditches have an idea that the man\\nwho leads the plow rather rests than works\\nand all men of outdoor labor distrust the\\nindustry of the manufacturers indoors\\nwhile both manufacturers and outdoor labor-\\ners consider the holders of offices and clerk-\\nships as idle men gentlemen at ease.\\nThen between all these classes and the intel-\\nlectual worker, the difference is wider, and\\nthe want of perception more complete. The\\nwork of creation, nobody will admit\\nthough everybody has by heart, without lay-\\ning it to heart, that God rested on the seventh\\nday. Looking up to the stars at nights, they\\nmight as well take all to be motionless\\nthough if there were no motion there would\\nbe no morning and they look for a\\nmorning after all. The hedger and\\nthe ditcher they see working, but God they\\ndo not see working.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 249\\nAugust J I St.\\nBut when the summer day was past,\\nHe looked to heaven and smiled at last.\\nSelf answered so\\nMan and Nature.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nO solemn-beating heart\\nOf nature I have knowledge that thou art\\nBound unto man s by cords he cannot sever.\\nA Seaside Walk.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nThose who would change man s voice and use\\nFor Nature s way and tone\\nMan s veering heart and careless eyes,\\nFor Nature s steadfast sympathies.\\nAn JaZamf.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "SEPTEMBER.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "September ist.\\nAutumn has come like Spring returned to\\nus,\\nWon from her girlishness Hke one returned\\nA friend that was a lover nor forgets\\nThe first warm love, but full of sober thoughts\\nOf fading years whose soft mouth quivers yet\\nWith the old smile but yet so changed and\\nstill\\nPauline. R. B.\\nSights\\nCome thick and clear enough in thought.\\nWithout the sunshine souls have inner lights.\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nHearts run out of breath and sight\\nOf men, to God s clear light.\\nParting Lovers, E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "254 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nSeptember 2d.\\nAh, Love, but a day,\\nAnd the world has changed\\nThe sun s away.\\nAnd the bird estranged\\nThe wind has dropped,\\nAnd the sky s deranged\\nSummer has stopped.\\nLook in my eyes\\nWilt thou change too?\\nShould I fear surprise\\nShall I find ought new\\nIn the old and dear,\\nIn the good and true,\\nWith the changing year?\\nJames Zee s Wife.\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.\\nSeptember jd.\\nAs one content to merely be supposed\\nSinging or fighting elsewhere, while he dozed\\nReally at home one who was chiefly glad\\nTo have achieved the few real deeds he had,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 255\\nBecause that way assured they were not worth\\nDoing, so spared from doing them hence-\\nforth\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA tree that covets fruitage and yet tastes\\nNever itself, itself.\\nSordeno.--^. B.\\nEach life unfulfilled, you see\\nIt hangs still, patchy and scrappy\\nWe have not sighed deep, laughed free,\\nStarved, feasted, despaired, been happy.\\nYouth and Art. R. B.\\nSeptember 4th.\\nWhat a sight\\nA holiday of miserable men\\nIs sadder than a burial-day of kings.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nHow, on that day you recollect at Cleves,\\nWhen the poor acquiescing multitude\\nWho thrust themselves with all their woes\\napart\\nInto unnoticed corners, that the few\\nTheir means sufficed to muster trappings for,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "256 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMight fill the foreground, occupy your sight\\nWith joyous faces fit to bear away\\nAnd boast of as a sample of all Cleves\\nHow, when to daylight these crept out once\\nmore.\\nClutching, unconscious, each his empty rags\\nWhence the scant coin, which had not half\\nbought bread,\\nThat morn he shook forth, counted piece by\\npiece.\\nAnd, well-advisedly, on perfumes spent them\\nTo burn, or flowers to strew before your path.\\nColomhe s Birthday. R. B.\\nSeptember ^th.\\nA woman was once killed with gifts,\\ncrushed with the weight of golden bracelets\\nthrown at her and, knowing myself, I have\\nwondered more than a little, how it was that\\n1 could bear this strange and unused gladness,\\nwithout sinking as the emotion rose. Only I\\nwas incredulous at first, and the day broke\\nslowly and the gifts fell like rain\\nsoftly and God gives strength, by His prov-", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "FROM BBOWNINQ 257\\nidence, for sustaining blessings as well as\\nstripes.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Har-\\nper Brothers.\\nWhat can I give thee back, O liberal\\nAnd princely giver, who has brought\\nthe gold\\nAnd purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,\\nAnd laid them on the outside of the wall\\nFor such as I to take or leave withal,\\nIn unexpected largesse\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nSeptember 6th.\\nI trust in Nature for the stable laws\\nOf Beauty and Utility Spring shall plant,\\nAnd Autumn garner to the end of time\\nI trust in God the Right shall be the Right\\nAnd other than the Wrong, while He endures\\nI trust in my own soul, that can perceive\\nThe outward and the inward, Nature s good\\nAnd God s.\\nA SouVs Tragedy.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "258 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOne look upon earth but one\\nOver the blue mountain-lines,\\nOver the forests of palms and pines\\nOver the harvest-lands golden\\nOver the valleys that fold in\\nThe gardens and vines\\nThe Seraphim.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nSeptember yth.\\nTake them from a heart that yearns to give\\nColombe^s Birthday. R. B.\\nCan it be right to give what I can give\\nTo let thee sit beneath the fall of tears\\nAs salt as mine, and hear the sighing\\nyears\\nRe-sighing on my lips renunciative\\nThrough those infrequent smiles which fail to\\nlive\\nFor all thy adjurations O my fears,\\nThat this can scarce be right We are not\\npeers,\\nSo to be lovers j and I own and grieve", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 259\\nThat givers of such gifts as mine are, must\\nBe counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas\\nI will not soil thy purple with my dust.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nSeptember 8th.\\nThen my days spoke not, and my nights of\\nfire\\nWere voiceless Then the very heart may\\nburst\\nYet all prove naught, because no mincing\\nspeech\\nTells leisurely that thus it is and thus\\nA SouVs Tragedy.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.\\nLove like mine must have return,\\nI thought no river starts but to some sea.\\nIf I knew any heart, as mine\\nloved you,\\nLoved me, though in the vilest breast twere\\nlodged,\\nI should, I think, be forced to love again\\nElse there s no right nor reason in the world.\\nIbid.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "260 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nSeptember gth.\\nOh, wilt thou have my hand, Dear, to He\\nalong in thine?\\nAs a little stone in a running stream, it seems\\nto lie and pine\\nNow drop the poor pale hand, Dear,\\nunfit to plight with thine.\\nOh, wilt thou have my cheek. Dear, draw\\ncloser to thine own\\nMy cheek is white, my cheek is worn, by\\nmany a tear run down.\\nNow leave a little space. Dear, lest it should\\nwet thine own.\\nOh, must thou have my soul. Dear, commin-\\ngled with thy soul\\nRed grows the cheek, and warm the hand,\\nthe part is in the whole\\nNor hands nor cheeks keep separate, when\\nsoul is joined to soul.\\ninclusions.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "FIi03f BROWNING 261\\nMy heart shall grow-\\nToo close against thine heart, henceforth to\\nknow\\nHow it shook when alone.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nSeptember loth.\\nLove me, sweet, with all thou art,\\nFeehng, thinking, seeing,\\nLove me in the lightest part.\\nLove me in full being.\\nLove me with thy thinking soul\\nBreak it to love-sighing\\nLove me with thy thoughts that roll\\nOn through living dying.\\nLove me with thy gorgeous airs,\\nWhen the world has crowned thee\\nLove me, kneeling at thy prayers,\\nWith the angels round thee.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "262 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThrough all hopes that keep us brave,\\nFurther off or nigher,\\nLove me for the house and grave,\\nAnd for something higher.\\nA Man s Requirements E. B. B.\\nSeptember nth.\\nIf I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange\\nAnd be all to me Shall I never miss\\nHome-talk and blessing and the common kiss\\nThat comes to each in turn, nor count it\\nstrange.\\nWhen I look up to drop on a new range\\nOf walls and floors another home than\\nthis?\\nNay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is\\nFilled by dead eyes too tender to know\\nchange\\nThat s hardest If to conquer love, has\\ntried,\\nTo conquer grief tries more as all\\nthings prove,\\nFor grief indeed is love and grief beside.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 263\\nAlas, I have grieved so I am hard to love\\nYet love me wilt thou Open thine heart\\nwide,\\nAnd fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nSeptember 12th.\\nRobert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett\\nmarried September 12, 1846.\\nFirst, God s love.\\nAnd next, he smiled, the love of wedded\\nsouls.\\nWhich still presents that mystery s counter-\\npart.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nBeloved, let us love so well,\\nOur work shall still be better for our love.\\nAnd still our love be sweeter for our work.\\nAnd both commended, for the sake of each,\\nBy all true workers and true lovers born.\\nIbid,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "264 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFor God above\\nIs great to grant as mighty to make,\\nAnd creates the love to reward the love.\\nEvelyn Hope, R. B.\\nSeptember ijth.\\nWrite woman s verses and dream woman s\\ndreams\\nBut let me feel your perfume in my home,\\nTo make my Sabbath after working-days\\nBloom out your youth beside me, be my\\nwife.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nTill death us do part Till death us do\\njoin past parting that sounds like\\nBetrothal indeed\\nMartin Eelph.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nI ask for love.\\nAnd that she can for fellowship in life\\nThrough bitter duties that, I know she\\ncan;\\nFor wifehood will she\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 265\\nThat so, in gravity and holy calm,\\nWe two may live on toward the truer life.\\nlUd,\\nSeptember 14th.\\nTo E. B. B.\\nThere they are, my fifty men and women\\nNaming me the fifty poems finished\\nTake them, love, the book and me together\\nWhere the heart lies, let the brain lie also.\\nThis I say of me, but think of you. Love I\\nThis to you yourself my moon of poets\\nAh, but that s the world s side, there s the\\nwonder,\\nThus they see you, praise you, think they\\nknow you.\\nThere, in turn I stand with them and praise\\nyou.\\nOut of my own self, I dare to phrase it.\\nBut the best is when I glide from out them,\\nCross a step or two of dubious twilight.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "266 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nCome out on the other side, the novel\\nSilent silver lights and darks undreamed of,\\nWhere I hush and bless myself with silence.\\nOne Word More.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nSeptember i^th.\\nHow do I love thee Let me count the ways.\\nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height\\nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight\\nFor the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.\\nI love thee to the level of every day s\\nMost quiet need, by sun and candlelight.\\nI love thee freely, as men strive for Right\\nI love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.\\nI love thee with the passion put to use\\nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood s\\nfaith\\nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose\\nWith my lost saints, I love thee with the\\nbreath.\\nSmiles, tears, of all my life and, if God\\nchoose,\\nI shall but love thee better after death.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 267\\nSeptember i6th.\\nLet me get\\nHer for myself, and what s the earth\\nWith all its art, verse, music, worth,\\nCompared with love, found, gained, and\\nkept?\\nDis Aliter Visum. R. B.\\nSay thou dost love me, love me, love me toll\\nThe silver iterance only minding, Dear,\\nTo love me also in silence, with thy soul.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nYet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed\\nAnd worthy of acceptation. There s\\nnothing low\\nIn love, when love the lowest meanest crea-\\ntures\\nWho love God, God accepts while loving so.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nSeptember lyth.\\nI am named and known by that moment s\\nfeat;\\nThere took my station and degree;", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "268 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nSo grew my own small life complete,\\nAs nature obtained her best of me\\nOne born to love you, sweet\\nAnd to watch you sink by the fireside\\nnow\\nBack again, as you mutely sit\\nMusing by fire-light, that great brow\\nAnd the spirit-small hand propping it,\\nYonder, my heart knows how\\nSo, earth has gained by one man the\\nmore.\\nAnd the gain of earth must be heaven s gain\\ntoo;\\nAnd the whole is well worth thinking o er\\nWhen autumn comes.\\nBy the Fireside.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nSeptember i8th.\\nIf thou must love me, let it be for nought\\nExcept for love s sake only. Do not say\\nI love her for her smile her look\\nher way", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 269\\nOf speaking gently for a trick of\\nthought\\nThat falls in well with mine, and certes\\nbrought\\nA sense of pleasant ease on such a day\\nFor these things in themselves, Beloved, may\\nBe changed, or change for thee, and love so\\nwrought\\nMay be unwrought so. Neither love me for\\nThine own dear pity s wiping my cheeks\\ndry;\\nA creature might forget to weep, who bore\\nThy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby.\\nBut love me for love s sake, that evermore\\nThou may st love on through love s eternity.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nSeptember ipth.\\nLet the world s sharpness like a clasping\\nknife\\nShut in upon itself and do no harm\\nIn this close hand of Love, now soft and\\nwarm:", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "270 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAnd let us hear no sound of human strife\\nAfter the chck of the shutting. Life to\\nhfe\\nI lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm.\\nAnd feel as safe as guarded by a charm,\\nAgainst the stab of worldlings who if rife\\nAre weak to injure. Very whitely still\\nThe lilies of our lives may reassure\\nTheir blossoms from their roots accessible\\nAlone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer\\nGrowing straight, out of man s reach on the\\nhill.\\nGod only, who made us rich, can make us\\npoor.\\nSonnets from the Portuguese. E. B. B.\\nSeptember 20th.\\nYe would withdraw your sense\\nFrom out eternity, strain it upon time,\\nThen stand before that fact, that Life and\\nDeath,\\nStay there at gaze, till it dispart, dispread,\\nAs though a star should open out, all sides,\\nGrow the world on you, as it is my world.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 271\\nFor life, with all it yields of joy and woe,\\nAnd hope and fear, believe the aged\\nfriend,\\nIs just our chance o the prize of learning\\nlove,\\nHow love might be, hath been indeed, and\\nis;\\nAnd that we hold thenceforth to the utter-\\nmost\\nSuch prize despite the envy of the world,\\nAnd, having gained truth, keep truth; that\\nis all.\\nA Death in the Desert. R. B.\\nSeptember 21st\\nAh, child, look up into the sky\\nIn this low world, where great Deeds die,\\nWhat matter if we live\\nA Tale of Villa-Franca.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nPaid by the world, what dost thou owe\\nMe? God might question; now, instead,\\nTis God shall repay I am safer so.\\nThe Patriot,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "272 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nLife is probation, and this earth no goal\\nBut starting-point of men.\\nThe Ring and the Book.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nSeptember 22d.\\nHe beUeved, say, half he spoke,\\nThe other portion, as he shaped it thus\\nFor argumentatory purposes,\\nHe felt his foe was foolish to dispute.\\nSome arbitrary accidental thoughts\\nThat crossed his mind, amusing because\\nnew,\\nHe chose to represent as fixtures there,\\nInvariable convictions (such they seemed\\nBeside his interlocutor s loose cards\\nFlung daily down, and not the same way\\ntwice)\\nWhile certain hell-deep instincts, man s weak\\ntongue\\nIs never bold to utter in their truth\\nBecause styled hell-deep tis an old mib-\\ntake\\nTo place hell at the bottom of the earth)", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 273\\nHe ignored these, not having in readiness\\nTheir nomenclature and philosophy\\nHe said true things, but called them by\\nwrong names.\\nBishop Blougram^s Apology. R. B.\\nSeptember 2}d.\\nBut see the double way wherein we are led,\\nHow the soul learns diversely from the flesh\\nWith flesh, that hath so little time to stay,\\nAnd yields mere basement for the soul s\\nemprise.\\nExpect prompt teaching. Helpful was the\\nlight,\\nAnd warmth was cherishing and food was\\nchoice\\nTo every man s flesh, thousand years ago,\\nAs now to yours and mine the body sprang\\nAt once to the height, and stayed but the\\nsoul, no\\nSince sages who, this noontide, meditate\\nIn Rome or Athens, may descry some point\\nOf the eternal power, hid yestereve", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "274 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAnd as thereby the power s whole mass ex-\\ntends\\nSo much extends the aether floating o er\\nThe love that tops the might, the Christ in\\nGod.\\nA Death in the Desert. R. B.\\nSeptember 24th.\\nYes, but first\\nSet down thy people s faults set down the\\nwant\\nOf soul-conviction set down aims dis-\\npersed,\\nAnd incoherent means, and valor scant\\nBecause of scanty faith, and schisms ac-\\ncursed\\nThat wrench these brother -hearts from cove-\\nnant\\nWith freedom and each other. Set down\\nthis\\nAnd this, and see to overcome it when\\nThe seasons bring the fruits thou wilt not\\nmiss", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 275\\nIf wary. Let no cry of patriot men\\nDistract thee from the stern analysis\\nOf masses who cry only\\nnor stand apart from those\\npure\\nBrave men who hold the level of thy heart\\nIn patriot truth.\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nSeptember 2^th.\\nHere the blot is blanched\\nBy God s gift of a purity of soul\\nThat will not take pollution, ermine-like\\nArmed from dishonor by its own soft snow.\\nSuch was this gift of God who showed for once\\nHow He would have the world go white.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nA woman poor or rich,\\nDespised or honored, is a human soul\\nAnd what her soul is, that she is herself,\\nAlthough she should be spit upon of men,\\nAs is the pavement of the churches here.\\nStill good enough to pray in.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "276 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nSeptember 26th.\\nGrief taught to me this smile, she said,\\nAnd Wrong did teach this jesting bold\\nBehind, no prison-grate, she\\nsaid.\\nWhich slurs the sunshine half a mile.\\nLive captives so uncomforted.\\nAs souls behind a smile.\\nGod s pity let us pray, she said.\\nIf I dared leave this smile, she said,\\nAnd take a moan upon my mouth,\\nAnd tie a cypress round my head,\\nAnd let my tears run smooth,\\nIt were the happier way, she said.\\nYe weep for those who weep she said\\nAh, fools I bid you pass them by\\nGo, weep for those whose hearts have bled.\\nWhat time their eyes were dry\\nWhom sadder can I say she said.\\nThe Mask.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 277\\nSeptember lyth.\\nPure faith indeed\\nNaked belief in God the Omnipotent,\\nOmniscient, Omnipresent.\\nBishop Blougram s Apology. R. B.\\nRehgion s all or nothing it s no mere smile\\nO contentment, sigh of aspiration, sir\\nNo quality o the finelier-tempered clay\\nLike its whiteness or its lightness rather,\\nstuff\\nO the very stuff, life of life, and self of self.\\nMr. Sludge, The Medium. R. B.\\nYour business is not to catch men with show.\\nWith homage to the perishable clay,\\nBut lift them over it, ignore it all,\\nMake them forget there s such a thing as flesh.\\nFra Lippo Lippi. R. B.\\nSeptember 2Sth.\\nA solemn thing it is to me\\nTo look upon a babe that sleeps\\nWearying in its spirit-deeps\\nThe undeveloped mystery", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "278 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOf its Adam s taint and woe,\\nWhich, when they developed be,\\nWill not let it slumber so\\nO little lids, now folded fast.\\nMust ye learn to drop at last\\nOur large and burning tears\\nO warm, quick body, must thou lie,\\nWhen the time comes round to die,\\nStill from all the whirl of years.\\nBare of all the joy and pain\\nO small frail being, wilt thou stand\\nAt God s right hand,\\nLifting up those sleeping eyes,\\nDilated by great destinies.\\nTo an endless waking\\nIsoheVa Child.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nSeptember 2gth,\\nChorus of Invisible Angels\\nHear our heavenly promise\\nThrough your mortal passion I\\nLove ye shall have from us,\\nIn a pure relation", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 279\\nAs a fish or bird\\nSwims or flies, if moving,\\nWe unseen are heard\\nTo live on by loving.\\nFar above the glances\\nOf your eager eyes,\\nListen we are loving\\nListen, through man s ignorances\\nListen, through God s mysteries\\nListen down the heart of things.\\nYe shall hear our mystic wings\\nMurmurous with loving\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nSeptember joth.\\nChorus of Invisible Angels\\nWhen your bodies therefore.\\nReach the grave their goal.\\nSoftly we will care for\\nEach enfranchised soul\\nThere a sough of glory\\nShall breathe on you as you come,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "280 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nRuffling round the doorway\\nAll the light of angeldom.\\nFrom the empyrean centre\\nHeavenly voices shall repeat\\nSouls redeemed and pardoned, enter\\nFor the chrism on you is sweet.\\nAnd every angel in the place\\nLowlily shall bow his face,\\nFolded fair on softened sounds,\\nBecause upon your hands and feet\\nHe images his Master s wounds.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "OCTOBER.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "October ist\\nOh, good gigantic smile o the brown old\\nearth,\\nThis autumn morning How he sets his\\nbones\\nTo bask i the sun, and thrusts out knees and\\nfeet\\nFor the ripple to run over in its mirth\\nListening the while, where on the heap of\\nstones\\nThe white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.\\nThat is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true\\nSuch is life s trial, as old earth smiles and\\nknows.\\nIf you loved only what were worth your love.\\nLove were clear gain, and wholly well for\\nyou\\nMake the low nature better by your throes\\nGive earth yourself, go up for gain above\\nJames Lee^a Wife.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "284 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOctober 2d.\\nThrough the blue Immense\\nStrike out all swimmers cling not in the way\\nOf one another, so to sink but learn\\nThe strong man s impulse, catch the fresh-\\nning spray\\nHe throws up in his motions, and discerns\\nBy his clear westering eye, the time of day.\\nThou, God, hast set us worthy gifts to earn,\\nBesides Thy heaven and Thee and when I\\nsay\\nThere s room here for the weakest man alive\\nTo live and die, there s room too, I repeat.\\nFor all the strongest to live well and strive,\\nTheir own way, by their individual heat,\\nLike a new bee-swarm leaving the old hive,\\nDespite the wax which tempts so violent-\\nsweet.\\nCa\u00c2\u00bba Quidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nOctober ^d.\\nThe sun comes out again\\nLet us be happy all will yet go well\\nLet us confer is it not like, Aprile,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 285\\nThat spite of trouble, this ordeal passed,\\nThe value of my labors ascertained,\\nJust as some stream foams long among the\\nrocks\\nBut after glideth glassy to the sea,\\nSo, full content shall henceforth be my lot\\nDo you ask\\nHow could I still remain on earth, should\\nGod\\nGrant me the great approval which I seek\\nBut men would murmur, and with\\ncause enough\\nFor when they saw me, stainless of all sin,\\nPreserved and sanctified by inward light.\\nThey would complain that comfort, shut from\\nthem,\\nI drank thus unespied that they live on,\\nNor taste the quiet of a constant joy,\\nFor ache and care and doubt and weariness,\\nWhile I am calm help being vouchsafed to\\nme.\\nParacelsus. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "286 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOctober 4th.\\nWho staggeringly, stumblingly, rises, falls,\\nrises, at random flings his weight\\nOn and on, anyhow onward\\nMartin Eelph.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nWell, onward, though alone Small time\\nremains,\\nAnd much to do: I must have fruit, must\\nreap\\nSome profit from my toils. I doubt my body\\nWill hardly serve me through while I have\\nlabored\\nIt has decayed and now that I demand\\nIts best assistance, it will crumble fast\\nA sad thought, a sad fate How very full\\nOf wormwood tis, that just at altar-service,\\nThe rapt hymn rising with the rolling smoke,\\nWhen glory dawns and all is at the best,\\nThe sacred fire may flicker and grow faint\\nAnd die for want of a wood-piler s help\\nThus fades the flagging body.\\nParacelsus. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 287\\nOctober ^th.\\nSmall spheres hold small fires\\nBut he loved largely, as a man can love\\nWho baffled in his love, dares live his life.\\nAccept the ends which God loves for his\\nown,\\nAnd lift a constant aspect.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nA man may love a woman perfectly,\\nAnd yet by no means ignorantly maintain\\nA thousand women have not larger eyes\\nEnough that she alone has looked at him\\nWith eyes that, small or large, have won\\nhis soul.\\nIhid.\\nHe can stand alone\\nA man like him is never overcome\\nNo woman like me, counts him pitiable\\nWhile saints applaud him.\\nJhid.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "288 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOctober 6th.\\nSay I not you ll hear me now\\nAnd what procures a man the right to speak\\nIn his defence before his fellow-man,\\nBut I suppose the thought that presently\\nHe may have leave to speak before his God\\nHis whole defence\\nA Blot in the ^Scutcheon. R. B.\\nHaste\\nAnd anger have undone us.\\nIhid.\\nThe thing I pity most\\nIn men is action prompted by surprise\\nOf anger men nay, bulls whose onset\\nlies\\nAt instance of the firework and the goad\\nOnce the foe prostrate, trampling once be-\\nstowed,\\nPrompt follows placability, regret,\\nAtonement. Trust me, blood-warmth never\\nyet\\nBetokened strong will\\nA Forgiveness. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "FEOM BBOWNINQ 289\\nOctober yth.\\nBring us the higher example release us\\nInto the larger coming time\\nNo more of Jew or Greek then\\ntaunting\\nNor taunted no more England nor France\\nBut one confederate brotherhood, planting\\nOne flag only, to mark the advance,\\nOnward and upward, of all humanity.\\nFor fully developed Christianity\\nIs civilization perfected.\\nMeasure the frontier, shall be said,\\nCount the ships, in national vanity?\\nCount the nation s heart-beats sooner.\\nEach Christian nation shall take upon her\\nThe law of the Christian man in vast\\nThe crown of the getter shall fall to the\\ndonor.\\nAnd last shall be first while first shall be\\nlast.\\nItaly and the World.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "290 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOctober 8th.\\nOh, be sure,\\nYou, everybody blunders, just as I,\\nIn simpler things than these by far For see\\nI knew two farmers, one, a wiseacre\\nWho studied seasons, rummaged almanacs.\\nQuoted the dew-point, registered the frost,\\nAnd then declared, for outcome of his pains,\\nNext summer must be dampish twas a\\ndrought.\\nHis neighbor prophesied such drought would\\nfall,\\nSaved hay and corn, made cent, per cent.\\nthereby.\\nAnd proved a sage indeed how came his lore\\nBecause one brindled heifer, late in March,\\nStiffened her tail of evenings, and somehow\\nHe got into his head a drought was meant\\nMr. Sludge, The Medium. R. B.\\nOctober gth.\\nThat pale soft sweet disempassioned moon\\nWhich smiles me slow forgiveness\\nNumjpholeptoa, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 291\\nAnd saintly moonlight seemed to search\\nAnd wash the whole world clean as gold.\\nBianca Among the Nightingales. E. B. B.\\nA warm moon like a happy face.\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nBut oh, the night oh, bitter-sweet oh,\\nsweet\\nO dark, O moon and stars, O ecstasy\\nOf darkness\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nThe comfort thou hast caused mankind,\\nGod s moon\\nIn a Balcony. R. B.\\nOctober roth.\\nFestus\\nBut all comes\\nTo the same thing. Tis fruitless for man-\\nkind\\nTo fret themselves with what concerns them\\nnot;\\nThey are no use that way they should lie\\ndown", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "292 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nContent as God has made them, nor go mad\\nIn thriveless cares to better what is ill.\\nParacelsus\\nNo, no mistake me not let me not work\\nMore harm than I have worked This is my\\ncase:\\nIf I go joyous back to God, yet bring\\nNo offering, if I render up my soul\\nWithout the fruits it was ordained to bear,\\nIf I appear the better to love God\\nFor sin, as one who has no claim on Him,\\nBe not deceived It may be surely thus\\nWith me, while higher prizes still await\\nThe mortal persevering to the end.\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nOctober nth.\\nTears, tears why we weep\\nTis worth inquiry? That we ve shamed a\\nlife.\\nOr lost a love, or missed a world, perhaps\\nBy no means. Simply, that we ve walked\\ntoo far,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 293\\nOr talked too much, or felt the wind i the\\neast,\\nAnd so we weep, as if both body and soul\\nBroke up in water.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B,\\nWe cannot say the morning sun fulfills\\nIngloriously its course nor that the clear\\nStrong stars without significance insphere\\nOur habitation. We, meantime, our ills\\nHeap up against this good and lift a cry\\nAgainst this work-day world, this ill-spread\\nfeast.\\nAs if ourselves were better certainly\\nThan what we come to.\\nAdequacy. E, B. B.\\nOctober 12th.\\nBut why do I mount to poets Take plain\\nprose\\nDealers in common sense, set these at work,\\nWhat can they do without their helpful\\nlies?", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "294 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nEach states the law and fact and face o the\\nthing\\nJust as he d have them, finds what he thinks\\nfit,\\nIs blind to what missuits him, just records\\nWhat makes his case out, quite ignores the\\nrest.\\nIt s a History of the World, the Lizard Age,\\nThe Early Indians, the Old Country War,\\nJerome Napoleon, whatsoever you please.\\nAll as the author wants it. Such a scribe\\nYou pay and praise for putting life in stones,\\nFire into fog, making the past your world.\\nThere s plenty of How did you contrive to\\ngrasp\\nThe thread which led you through this laby-\\nrinth\\nHow build such solid fabric out of air\\nHow on so slight foundation found this tale,\\nBiography, narrative? or, in other words,\\nHow many lies did it require to make\\nThe portly truth you here present us with?\\nMr. Sludge, The 3Iedium. \u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 295\\nOctober ijth.\\nWhy, what right have you, made fair by that\\nsame God the sweetest woman\\nOf all women He has fashioned with\\nyour lovely spirit-face.\\nWhich would seem too near to vanish if its\\nsmile were not so human,\\nAnd your voice of holy sweetness, turning\\ncommon words to grace.\\nWhat right can you have, God s other works\\nto scorn, despise, revile them\\nIn the gross, as mere men, broadly not as\\nno^/e men, forsooth,\\nAs mere Pariahs of the outer world\\nLady Geraldine s Courtship. E. B. B.\\nWhat could such lovely ladies have to do\\nWith the old man there, in those ill-odorous\\nrags.\\nExcept to keep the wind-side of him\\nAurora Leigh, E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "296 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nI would be bold and bear\\nTo look into the swarthiest face of things,\\nFor God s sake who has made them.\\nlUd.\\nOctober 14th.\\nDoubtless a searching and impetuous soul\\nMight learn from its own motions that some\\ntask\\nLike this awaited it about the world\\nMight seek somewhere in this blank life of\\nours\\nFor fit delights to stay its longings vast\\nAnd, grappling Nature, so prevail on her\\nTo fill the creature full she dared thus\\nframe\\nHungry for joy\\nDoubtless a strong soul,\\nAlone, unaided might attain to this,\\nSo glorious is our nature, so august\\nMan s inborn, uninstructed impulses,\\nHis naked spirit so majestical\\nParacelsus. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 297\\nOctober i^th.\\nWhen some Beloveds, neath whose eyelids\\nlay\\nThe sweet lights of my childhood, one by\\none\\nDid leave me dark before the natural sun,\\nAnd I astonished fell, and could not pray,\\nA thought within me to myself did say,\\nIs God less God that thou art left un-\\ndone?\\nRise, worship, bless Him, in this sackcloth\\nspun,\\nAs in that purple But I answered, Nay\\nWhat child his filial heart in words can\\nloose,\\nIf he behold his tender father raise\\nThe hand that chastens sorely? can he\\nchoose\\nBut sob in silence with an upward gaze\\nAnd my great Father, thinking fit to bruise,\\nDiscerns in speechless tears, both prayer and\\npraise.\\nBereavement. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "298 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOctober i6th.\\nA few daylight doses of plain life.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nWhat does the father when his son lies\\ndead,\\nThe merchant when his money bags take\\nwing,\\nThe politician whom a rival ousts\\nNo case but has its conduct faith prescribes,\\nWhere s the obedience that shall edify?\\nWhy, they laugh frankly in the face of\\nfaith\\nAnd take the natural course this rends his\\nhair\\nBecause his child is taken to God s breast;\\nThat gnashes teeth and raves at loss of\\ntrash\\nWhich rust corrupts and thieves break\\nthrough and steal\\nAnd this, enabled to inherit earth\\nThrough meekness, curses till your blood\\nruns cold.\\nThe Ring and the Book, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 299\\nOctober lyth.\\nTo-day thou girdest up thy loins thyself,\\nAnd goest where thou wouldest presently\\nOthers shall gird thee, said the Lord,\\nto go\\nWhen thou would st not. He spoke to\\nPeter thus.\\nTo signify the death which he should die\\nWhen crucified head downward. If He\\nspoke\\nTo Peter then, He speaks to us the same\\nThe word suits many different martyrdoms,\\nAnd signifies a multiform of death.\\nAlthough we scarcely die apostles, we.\\nAnd have mislaid the keys of heaven and\\nearth.\\nFor tis not in mere death that men die\\nmost;\\nAnd, after our first girding of the loins\\nIn youth s fine linen and fair broidery\\nTo run up hill and meet the rising sun.\\nWe are apt to sit tired, patient as a fool.\\nWhile others gird us with the violent bands", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "300 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOf social figments, feints, and formalisms.\\nReversing our straight nature, lifting up\\nOur base needs, keeping down our lofty\\nthoughts.\\nHead -downward on the cross-sticks of the\\nworld.\\nYet He can pluck us from that shameful\\ncross.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nOctober i8th.\\nWe must be here to work\\nAnd men who work can only work for men.\\nAnd, not to work in vain, must comprehend\\nHumanity, and so work humanly.\\nAnd raise men s bodies still by raising souls.\\nAs God did first.\\nBut stand upon the earth,\\nI said, to raise them, (this is human too\\nThere s nothing high which has not first been\\nlow,\\nMy humbleness, said One, has made me\\ngreat\\nAs God did last.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 301\\nAnd work all silently,\\nAnd simply, he returned, as God does all\\nDistort our nature never for our work,\\nNor count our right hands stronger for being\\nhoofs.\\nThe man most man, with tenderest human\\nhands,\\nWorks best for men, as God in Nazareth.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nOctober igth.\\nTwo poor ignoble hearts who did their best\\nPart God s way, part the other way than\\nGod s,\\nTo somehow make a shift and scramble\\nthrough\\nThe world s mud.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nLilies are still lilies, pulled\\nBy smutty hands, though spotted from their\\nwhite.\\nAurora Leigh E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "302 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFlower from root,\\nAnd spiritual from natural, grade by grade\\nIn all our life. A handful of the earth\\nTo make God s image the despised poor earth,\\nThe healthy odorous earth.\\nlUd.\\nOctober 20th.\\nThe man here, once so arrogant\\nAnd resdess, so ambitious, for his part,\\nIs now contented. From his\\npersonal loss\\nHe has come to hope for others when they lose.\\nAnd wear a gladder faith in what we gain,\\nThrough bitter experience, compensation\\nsweet,\\nI am quiet now.\\nAs tender surely for the suffering world.\\nBut quiet, sitting at the wall to learn.\\nContent henceforth to do the thing I can\\nFor, though as powerless, said I, as a stone,\\nA stone can still give shelter to a worm,\\nAnd it is worth while being a stone for that.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "FR03I BROWNING 303\\nThere is no duty patent in the world\\nLike daring try be good and true myself.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nOctober 21 si.\\nLet us give\\nThe blessing of our souls, and wish them\\nstrong\\nTo bear it to the height where prayers arrive,\\nWhen faithful spirits pray against a wrong\\nTo this great cause of southern men, who\\nstrive\\nIn God s name for man s rights, and shall\\nnot fail\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nO Lord of Peace, who art Lord of Right-\\neousness,\\nConstrain the anguished world from sin and\\ngrief.\\nPierce them with conscience, purge them\\nwith redress.\\nAnd give us peace which is no counterfeit\\nIbid,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "304 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nGood\\nAnd glory are not different. Announce law\\nBy freedom exalt chivalry by peace.\\nIbid.\\nOctober 22d.\\nOh, to look back It is so wonderful to\\nme to look back on my life and my old phi-\\nlosophy of life, made of the necessities of\\nsorrow and the resolution to attain to some-\\nthing better than a perpetual moaning and\\ncomplaint, to that state of neutralized emo-\\ntion to which I did attain that serenity\\nwhich meant failure of hope\\nFrom Tlie Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by\\nHarper Brothers.\\nThe cruelty of the world, and the treason\\nof it the unworthiness of the dearest of\\nthese griefs I have scanty knowledge. It\\nseems to me from my personal experience\\nthat there is kindness everywhere in different", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 305\\nproportions, and more goodness and tender-\\nheartedness than we read of in the moralists.\\nIbid.\\nOctober 2^d.\\nMy own East\\nHow nearer God we were He glows above\\nWith scarce an intervention, presses close\\nAnd palpitatingly, His soul o er ours\\nWe feel Him, nor by painful reason know\\nThe everlasting minute of creation\\nIs felt there now it is, as it was then\\nAll changes at His instantaneous will.\\nNot by the operation of a law\\nWhose maker is elsewhere at other work.\\nHis hand is still engaged upon His world\\nMan s praise can forward it, man s prayers\\nsuspend.\\nFor is not God all-mighty To recast\\nThe world, erase old things and make them\\nnew.\\nWhat costs it Him? So, man breathes nobly\\nthere\\nLuria. R. B,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "306 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOctober 24th.\\nWe talk by aggregates,\\nAnd think by systems and, being used to\\nface\\nOur evils in statistics, are inclined\\nTo cap them with unreal remedies\\nDrawn out in haste on the other side of thi\\nslate.\\nIf we pray at all,\\nWe pray no longer for our daily bread.\\nBut next centenary s harvests. If we give,\\nOur cup of water is not tendered till\\nWe lay down pipes and found a Company\\nWith Branches.\\nA woman cannot do the thing she ought.\\nWhich means whatever perfect thing she can,\\nIn life, in art, in science, but she fears\\nTo let the perfect action take her part\\nAnd rest there: she must prove what she\\ncan do\\nBefore she does it, prate of woman s\\nrights.\\nOf woman s mission, woman s function, till", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 307\\nThe men (who are prating too on their side)\\ncry,\\nA woman s function plainly is to talk.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nOctober 2^th.\\nBut bring not near the solemn corse, a type\\nof human seeming\\nLay only dust s stern verity upon the dust un-\\ndreaming.\\nAnd while the calm perpetual stars shall look\\nupon it solely.\\nHer sphered soul shall look on them, with\\neyes more bright and holy.\\nNor mourn, O living one, because her part\\nin life was mourning.\\nWould she have lost the poet s fire for anguish\\nof the burning\\nThe minstrel s harp, for the strained string\\nthe tripod, for the afflated\\nWoe or the vision, for those tears, in which\\nit shone dilated\\nFelicia Hemans. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "308 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAh, we know\\nToo much here, not to know what s best for\\npeace\\nWe have too much light here, not to want\\nmore fire\\nTo purify and end us.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nOctober 26th.\\nNor shall my memory want a home in yours\\nAlas, that it requires too well such free\\nForgiving love as shall embalm it there\\nFor if you would remember me aright\\nAs I was born to be you must forget\\nAll fitful, strange, and moody waywardness\\nWhich e er confused my better spirit, to dwell\\nOnly on moments such as these, dear friends\\nMy heart no truer, but my words and ways\\nMore true to it as Michal, some months hence,\\nWill say, this autumn was a pleasant time,\\nFor some few sunny days and overlook\\nIts bleak wind, hankering after pining leaves.\\nAutumn would fain be sunny I would look", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "FIi03I BROWNING\\nLiker my nature s truth and both are frail,\\nAnd both beloved for all their frailty\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nOctober 2yth.\\nThe world\\nLives out of doors, sir not with you and me\\nBy presence-chamber porches, stateroom\\nstairs,\\nWhatever warmth s perpetual: outside s free\\nTo every wind from every compass-point.\\nAnd who may get nipped needs be weather-\\nColombe s Birthday. R. B.\\nWith smiles they drew\\nFrom outward Nature, still kept new\\nFrom their own inward nature true.\\nA Vision of Poets. E. B. B.\\nAnd those who heard it understood\\nSomething of life in spirit and blood\\nSomething of Nature s fair and good.\\nlUd.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "310 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOctober 28th.\\nThe chivalry\\nThat dares the right, and disregards alike\\nThe yea and nay o the world.\\nThe Ring and the Book.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nThese fire-hearts sowed our furrows when\\nThe world was worthy of such men.\\nA Vision of Poets.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nTake the old way, trod when men were men\\nThe Ring and the Book. K. B.\\nRecipes\\nFor wrestling with luxurious\\nlounging sleeves,\\nAnd acting heroism without a scratch.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B,\\nOctober 2gth.\\nI know you, and the lofty spirit you bear,\\nThese are the trials meet for\\nsuch as you.\\nNor must you hope exemption to be mortal\\nIs to be plied with trials manifold.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 311\\nLook round The obstacles which have kept\\nthe rest\\nOf men from your ambition, you have\\nspurned\\nTheir fears, their doubts, the chains that bind\\nthem best,\\nWere wax before your resolute soul, which\\nnought\\nAvails to awe, save these delusions, bred\\nFrom its own strength, its selfsame strength,\\ndisguised\\nMocking itself. Be brave, dear Aureole\\nSince\\nThe rabbit has his shade to frighten him,\\nThe fawn the rustling bough, mortals their\\ncares,\\nAnd higher natures yet their power to\\nlaugh\\nAt these entangling fantasies, as you\\nAt trammels of a weaker intellect.\\nMeasure your mind s height by the shade it\\ncasts\\nParacelsus, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "312 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOctober joth.\\nHow sure it is,\\nThat, if we say a true word, instantly\\nWe feel tis God s, not ours, and pass it on\\nAs bread at sacrament we taste and pass\\nNor handle for a moment, as indeed\\nWe dared to set up any claim to such\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nHe too received his sacramental gift\\nWith eucharistic meanings for he loved.\\nAurora Leigh, E. B, B.\\nAnd, for I am a man, I dare not do\\nGod s work, until assured I see with God.\\nThe Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nOctober J I St.\\n*Twas hard to sing by Babel s stream\\nMore hard, in Babel s street\\nBut if the soulless creatures deem\\nTheir music not unmeet\\nFor sunless walls let us begin,\\nWho wear immortal wings within I", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 313\\nTo me, fair memories belong\\nOf scenes that used to bless\\nFor no regret, but present song,\\nAnd lasting thankfulness\\nAnd very soon to break away,\\nLike types, in purer things than they.\\nI will have hopes that cannot fade.\\nFor flowers the valley yields\\nI will have humble thoughts instead\\nOf silent dewy fields\\nMy spirit and my God shall be\\nMy sea-ward hill, my boundless sea\\nThe Doves.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "NOVEMBER.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "November ist\\nOh, beautiful\\nArt thou, Earth, albeit worse\\nThan in heaven is called good\\nGood to us, that we may know\\nMeekly from thy good to go\\nWhile the holy, crying Blood\\nPuts its music, kind and low,\\nTwixt such ears as are not dull,\\nAnd thine ancient curse\\nPraised be the mosses soft\\nIn thy forest pathways oft.\\nAnd the thorns, which make us think\\nOf the thornless river-brink.\\nWhere the ransomed tread\\nPraised be thy sunny gleams.\\nAnd the storm, that worketh dreams\\nOf calm unfinished", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "318 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nAnd thy night-time s solemn need,\\nWhen in God s dear book we read\\nNo night shall be therein.\\nPraised be thy dwellings warm,\\nBy household fagot s cheerful blaze,\\nWhere, to hear of pardoned sin,\\nPauseth oft the merry din,\\nSave the babe s upon the arm.\\nWho croweth to the crackling wood.\\nYea, and better understood.\\nPraised be thy dwellings cold,\\nHid beneath the churchyard mould,\\nWhere the bodies of the saints.\\nSeparate from earthly taints,\\nLie asleep, in blessing bound,\\nWaiting for the trumpet s sound\\nTo free them into blessing none\\nWeeping more beneath the sun.\\nEarth and Her Praisers. E. B. B.\\nNovember 2d.\\nAs light November snows to empty nests.\\nAs grass to graves, as moss to mildewed\\nstones,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 319\\nAs July suns to ruins through the rents,\\nAs ministering spirits to mourners, through a\\nloss,\\nAs Heaven itself to men, through pangs of\\ndeath\\nHe came uncalled wherever grief had come.\\nAurora Leigh, E. B. B.\\nShe told me how he had raised and rescued her\\nWith reverent pity, as, in touching grief.\\nHe touched the wounds of Christ, and made\\nher feel\\nMore self-respecting. Hope, he called, be-\\nlief\\nIn God, work, worship therefore let\\nus pray\\nlUd.\\nNovember jd.\\nBy anguish which made pale the sun,\\nI hear Him charge His saints that none\\nAmong the creatures anywhere\\nBlaspheme against Him with despair,\\nHowever darkly days go on.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "320 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nFor us, whatever s undergone,\\nThou knowest, wiliest what is done,\\nGrief may be joy misunderstood\\nOnly the Good discerns the good.\\nI trust Thee while my days go on.\\nI praise Thee while my days go on,\\nI love Thee while my days go on\\nThrough dark and dearth, through fire\\nand frost.\\nWith emptied arms and treasure lost\\nI thank Thee while my days go on\\nDe Frofundis.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nNovember 4th.\\nPower neither put forth blindly, nor con-\\ntrolled\\nCalmly by perfect knowledge to be used\\nAt risk, inspired or checked by hope and\\nfear\\nKnowledge not intuition, but the slow\\nUncertain fruit of an enhancing toil,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 321\\nStrengthened by love love not serenely\\npure,\\nBut strong from weakness, like a chance-\\nsown plant\\nWhich, cast on stubborn soil, puts forth\\nchanged buds\\nAnd softer strains, unknown in happier\\nclimes\\nLove which endures and doubts and is op-\\npressed\\nAnd cherished, suffering much and much\\nsustained,\\nAnd blind, oft-failing, yet believing love,\\nA haif-enlightened, often-chequered trust\\nHints and previsions of which faculties.\\nAre strewn confusedly everywhere about\\nThe inferior natures, and all lead up\\nhigher.\\nAll shape out dimly the superior race,\\nThe heir of hopes too fair to turn out\\nfalse\\nAnd man appears at last.\\nParacelsus. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "322 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nNovember ^th.\\nOne man shall crawl\\nThrough life, surrounded with all stirring\\nthings,\\nUnmoved and he goes mad and from the\\nwreck\\nOf what he was, by his wild talk alone.\\nYou first collect how great a spirit he hid.\\nTherefore set free the soul alike in all.\\nDiscovering the true laws by which the\\nflesh\\nBars in the spirit We may not be doomed\\nTo cope with seraphs, but at least the\\nrest\\nShall cope with us. Make no more giants,\\nGod!\\nBut elevate the race at once We ask\\nTo put forth just our strength, our human\\nstrength,\\nAll starting fairly, all equipped alike.\\nGifted alike, all eagle-eyed, true-hearted\\nAnd why should I be sad, or\\nlorn of hope", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 323\\nWhy ever make man s good distinct from\\nGod s?\\nOr finding they are one, why dare mistrust\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nNovember 6th.\\nDear and ancient trees\\nMy fathers planted and I loved so well\\nOh, nevermore for me shall\\nwinds intone\\nWith all your tops a vast antiphony,\\nDemanding and responding in God s praise\\nA Blot in the ^Scutcheon. R. B.\\nThe night, late strewn with clouds and fly-\\ning stars,\\nIs blank and motionless how peaceful sleep\\nThe tree-tops all together Like an asp\\nThe wind slips whispering from bough to\\nbough\\nAy you would gaze on a wind-shaken tree\\nBy the hour, nor count time lost.\\nParacelsiis. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "324 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nNovember yth.\\nYet here are we two; we have love, house\\nenough,\\nWith the field there,\\nThis house of four rooms, that field red and\\nrough,\\nThough it yield there.\\nFor the rabbit that robs, scarce a blade or a\\nbent\\nIf a magpie alight now, it seems an event\\nAnd they both will be gone at November s\\nrebuff.\\nBut why must cold spread? but wherefore\\nbring change\\nTo the spirit,\\nGod meant should mate His with an infinite\\nrange,\\nAnd inherit\\nHis power to put life in the darkness and cold\\nOh, live and love worthily, bear and be bold\\nWhom Summer made friends of, let Winter\\nestrange\\nJames Lee s Wife, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "FE03f BROWNING 325\\nNovember 8th.\\nThe house is waste to-day,\\nThe leaf has dropt from the spray,\\nThe thorn, prickt through to the song\\nIf summer doeth no wrong\\nThe winter will, they say.\\nSing, Heart what heart replies\\nIn vain we were calm and wise,\\nIf the tears unkissed stand in our eyes.\\nHowbeit all is not lost\\nThe warm noon ends in frost.\\nThe worldly tongues of promise.\\nLike sheep-bells, die off from us\\nOn the desert hills cloud -crossed\\nYet through the silence shall\\nPierce the death-angel s call.\\nAnd come up hither, recover all.\\nHeart, wilt thou go\\nI go!\\nBroken hearts triumph so.\\nCalls on the Heai-t.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "326 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nNovember gth.\\nNot on the vulgar mass\\nCalled work, must sentence pass,\\nThings done, that took the eye and had the\\nprice\\nO er which, from level stand,\\nThe low world laid its hand,\\nFound straightway to its mind, could value\\nin a trice.\\nBut all, the world s coarse thumb\\nAnd finger failed to plumb,\\nSo passed in making up the main account\\nAll instincts immature,\\nAll purposes unsure.\\nThat weighed not as his work, yet swelled\\nthe man s amount.\\nThoughts hardly to be packed\\nInto a narrow act.\\nFancies that broke through language and\\nescaped", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 327\\nAll I could never be,\\nAll, men ignored in me,\\nThis, I was worth to God, whose wheel the\\npitcher shaped.\\nRahbi Ben Ezra. K. B.\\nNovember loth.\\nIn his opinion, my case is desperate.\\n**But I tell you that it is not. Nobody s\\ncase is desperate when the will is not at fault.\\nAnd a woman s will when she wills thor-\\noughly as I hope you do, is strong enough to\\novercome. When I hear people say that\\ncircumstances are against them I always re-\\ntort, you mean that your will is not\\nwith you f I believe in the will, I have faith\\nin it.\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1399, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\nA woman s will dies hard, in the hall or on\\nthe sward.\\nRhyme of the Duchess May.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "328 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nMy will runneth as my blood.\\nIMd.\\nNovember nth.\\nNothing worth keeping is ever lost in this\\nworld look at a blossom it drops presently,\\nhaving done its service and lasted its time\\nbut fruits succeed, and where would be the\\nblossom s place could it continue? As well\\naffirm that your eye is no longer in your body,\\nbecause its earliest favorite, whatever it may\\nhave first loved to look on, is dead and done\\nwith as that any affection is lost to the soul\\nwhen its first object, whatever happened first\\nto satisfy it, is superseded in due course.\\nKeep but ever looking, whether with the\\nbody s eye or the mind s, and you will soon\\nfind something to look on Has a man done\\nwondering at women there follow men,\\ndead and alive, to wonder at. Has he done\\nwondering at men there s God to wonder\\nat.\\nPlppa Passes. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 329\\nNovember 12th.\\nThe fox-dam, hunger-pined, will slay the\\nfelon sire\\nWho dares assault her whelp: the beaver,\\nstretched on fire,\\nWill die without a groan no pang avails to\\nwrest\\nHer young from where they hide her sanc-\\ntuary breast.\\nWhat s here then? Answer me, thou dead\\none, as, I trow.\\nStanding at God s own bar. He bids thee\\nanswer now\\nThrice crowned wast thou each crown of\\npride, a child thy charge\\nWhere are they Lost Enough no need\\nthat thou enlarge\\nOn how or why the loss life left to utter\\nlost\\nCondemns itself beyond appeal. The sol-\\ndier s post\\nGuards from the foe s attack the camp he\\nsentinels", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "330 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThat he no traitor proved, this and this only\\ntells\\nOver the corpse of him trod foe to foe s\\nsuccess.\\nIvdbn Ivanovitch, R. B.\\nBut if I die here alone, then I die, whom am\\nbut one\\nAnd die nobly for them all.\\nEhyme of the Duchess May.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nNovember ijth.\\nHow well I know what I mean to do\\nWhen the long dark autumn evenings come\\nAnd where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue\\nWith the music of all thy voices, dumb\\nIn life s November too\\nOh, the sense of the yellow mountain-flowers,\\nAnd thorny balls, each three in one.\\nThe chestnuts throw on our path in showers\\nFor the drop of the woodland fruit s begun,\\nThese early November hours.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 331\\nFor my heart had a touch of the woodland-\\ntime,\\nWanting to sleep now over its best.\\nShake the whole tree in the summer-prime,\\nBut bring to the last leaf no such test\\nHold the last fast runs the rhyme.\\nBy the Fireside. R. B.\\nNovember 14th.\\nA death-heat is\\nThe same as life-heat, to be accurate\\nAnd in all nature is no death at all.\\nAs men account of death, as long as God\\nStands witnessing for life perpetually,\\nBy being just God. That s abstract truth,\\nI know.\\nPhilosophy, or sympathy with God\\nBut I, I sympathize with man.\\nAnd when I stand beside a dying bed,\\nIt s death to me. Observe, it had not\\nmuch\\nConsoled the race of mastodons to know\\nBefore they went to fossil, that anon", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "332 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nTheir place would quicken with the ele-\\nphant\\nThey were not elephants, but mastodons\\nAnd I, a man, as men are now and not\\nAs men may be hereafter, feel with men\\nIn the agonizing present.\\nAv/rora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nNovember i^th.\\nI do believe a brother s love\\nFor a sole sister must exceed them all.\\nFor see now, only see there s no alloy\\nOf earth that creeps into the perfectest gold\\nOf other loves no gratitude to claim\\nYou never gave her life, not even aught\\nThat keeps life never tended her, instructed,\\nEnriched her so your love can claim no\\nright\\nO er her save pure love s claim that s what\\nI call\\nFreedom from earthliness. You ll never hope\\nTo be such friends, for instance, she and\\nyou,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 333\\nAs when you hunted cowslips in the woods\\nOr played together in the meadow hay.\\nOh yes with age, respect comes, and your\\nworth\\nIs felt, there s growing sympathy of tastes,\\nThere s ripened friendship, there s confirmed\\nesteem\\nMuch head these make against the new\\ncomer\\nI think, am sure, a brother s\\nlove exceeds\\nAll the world s love in its unworldliness.\\nA Blot in the Scutcheon\u00e2\u0080\u0094 K. B.\\nNovember i6th.\\nFor she will not fleck\\nWorld s sunshine with a finger. Sympathy\\nMust call her in Love s name and then, I\\nknow,\\nShe rises up, and brightens as she should,\\nAnd lights her smile for comfort, and is slow\\nIn nothing of high-hearted fortitude.\\n2\\\\uo Sketches.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "334 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nNever one\\nSo sweet and true, and pure and beautiful.\\nTJie Ring and the Book. R. B.\\nCalm she lifts her trusting face, and calleth\\nupon God.\\nThe Young Queen, E. B. B.\\nNovember lyth.\\nMen who might\\nDo greatly in a universe that breaks\\nAnd burns, must ever kiiow before they do.\\nCourage and patience are but sacrifice\\nA sacrifice is offered for and to\\nSomething conceived of. Each man pays a\\nprice\\nFor what himself counts precious, whether\\ntrue\\nOr false the appreciation it implies.\\nBut here, no knowledge, no conception,\\nnought\\nDesire was absent, that provides great deeds\\nFrom out the greatness of prevenient thought\\nAnd action, action, like a flame that needs", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 335\\nA steady breath and fuel, being caught\\nUp, like a burning reed from other reeds,\\nFlashed in the empty and uncertain air.\\nThen wavered, then went out. Behold, who\\nblames\\nA crooked course, when not a goal is there\\nAn ignorance of means may\\nminister\\nTo greatness, but an ignorance of aims\\nMakes it impossible to be great at all.\\nCasa Guidi Windows, E. B. B.\\nNovember i8th.\\nAnd yet He has made dark things\\nTo be glad and merry as light.\\nThere s a little dark bird, sits and sings;\\nThere s a dark stream ripples out of sight\\nAnd the dark frogs chant in the safe morass,\\nAnd the sweetest stars are made to pass\\nO er the face of the darkest night.\\nThe Runaway Slave. E. B. B.\\nWhy the poorest brown butterfly will seek\\nout a brown stone in a gravel walk, or brown", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "336 BEAUTIFUL TB OUGHTS\\nleaf in a flower-bed, to settle on and be\\nhappy.\\nFrom I he Letters of Robert Browning and Eliza-\\nbeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothers.\\nNovember igth.\\nAs I dare approach that Heaven\\nWhich has not bade a living thing despair,\\nWhich needs no code to keep its grace from\\nstain,\\nBut bids the vilest worm that turns on it\\nDesist and be forgiven, I forgive not,\\nBut bless you, Thorold, from my soul of\\nsouls\\nA Blot in the ^Scutcheon. R. B.\\nAnd, so, pity us,\\nYe gentle Spirits, and pardon him and me.\\nAnd let some tender peace, made of our\\npain,\\nGrow up betwixt us, as a tree might grow\\nWith boughs on both sides. In the shade oi\\nwhich.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "FROM BBOWNINQ 337\\nWhen presently ye shall behold us dead,\\nFor the poor sake of our humility,\\nBreathe out your pardon on our breathless lips.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 B. B.\\nNovember 20th.\\nI have too much indifference to the opin-\\nions of Mr. Smith and Mr. Brown by no\\nmeans anxious to have his notions agree with\\nmine. Smith thinks Cromwell a canting\\nvillain, Brown beheves no dissenter can be\\nsaved, and I repeat Goethe s **Be it your\\nunerring rule, ne er to contradict a fool, for\\nif folly choose to brave you, all your wis-\\ndom cannot save you\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Broivning and Eliz-\\nabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by Harper\\nBrothel s.\\nFirst you deliver your phrase\\nNothing profound, that I see,\\nFit in itself for much blame or much praise\\nAnswered no less, where no answer needs\\nbe:", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "338 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOne says his say with a difference\\nMore of expounding, explaining\\nAll is now wrangle, abuse, vociferance\\nNow there s a truce, all s subdued, self-re-\\nstraining\\nFive, though, stands out all the stiffer\\nhence.\\nMaster Hugues of Saxa-Gotha. R. B.\\nNovember 21st.\\nWhich is the weakest thing of all\\nMine heart can ponder\\nThe sun, a little cloud can pall\\nWith darkness yonder\\nThe cloud, a little wind can move\\nWhere er it listeth\\nThe wind, a little leaf above.\\nThough sere, resisteth\\nWhat time that yellow leaf was green,\\nMy days were gladder\\nBut now, whatever Spring may mean,\\nI must grow sadder.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 339\\nAh me a leaf with sighs can wring\\nMy lips asunder\\nThen is mine heart the weakest thing\\nItself can ponder.\\nThe Weakest Thing E. B. B.\\nNovember 22d.\\nWe shall march prospering, not through his\\npresence\\nSongs may inspirit us, not from his lyre\\nDeeds will be done, while he boasts his\\nquiescence,\\nStill bidding crouch whom the rest bade\\naspire\\nBlot out his name, then, record one lost soul\\nmore,\\nOne task more declined, one more footpath\\nuntrod,\\nOne more devil s-triumph and sorrow for\\nangels,\\nOne wrong more to man, one more insult\\nto God\\nLife s night begins let him never come back\\nto us", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "340 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThere would be doubt, hesitation and pain,\\nForced praise on our part the glimmer of\\ntwilight,\\nNever glad confident morning again\\nBest fight on well, for we taught him strike\\ngallantly,\\nMenace our heart ere we master his own\\nThen let him receive the new knowledge ana\\nwait us.\\nPardoned in heaven, the first by the throne\\nThe Lost Leader.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 B.\\nNovember 2jd.\\nJust is he,\\nWho is just for the popular due\\nAs well as the private debt.\\nThe praise of nations ready to perish\\nFall on him, crown him in view\\nOf tyrants caught in the net,\\nAnd statesmen dizzy with fear and doubt\\nAnd though, because they are many,\\nAnd he is merely one,\\nAnd nations selfish and cruel\\nHeap up the inquisitor s fuel^", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 341\\nTo kill the body of high intents,\\nAnd burn great deeds from their place,\\nCourage, whoever circumvents\\nCourage, courage, whoever is base\\nThe soul of a high intent, be it known.\\nCan no more die than any soul\\nWhich God keeps by Him under the throne.\\nNapoleon III. in Italy. E. B. B.\\nNovember 24th.\\nCan a voice so low and soft\\nTake open actual part\\nWith Right, maintain aloft\\nPure truth in life or art,\\nVexed always, wounded oft\\nWhere s Agnes E. B. B.\\nShe never found fault with you, never implied\\nYour wrong by her right; and yet men at\\nher side\\nGrew nobler, girls purer, as through the\\nwhole town\\nThe children were gladder that pulled at her\\ngown.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "342 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThe weak and the gentle, the ribald and rude,\\nShe took as she found them, and did them\\nall good\\nIt was always so with her.\\nMy KaU.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nNovember 2^th.\\nEvil is in its nature loud, while good\\nIs silent.\\nPippa Passes. R. B.\\nIf one built a palace without noise and\\nconfusion and the stroke of hammers, one\\nwould scarcely get credit for it in this\\nworld so full of virtue and admiration\\nit is, to make a noise\\nFrom The Letters of Robert Browning and\\nElizabeth Barrett Barrett, Copyright, 1899, by\\nHarper Brothers.\\nCentral peace, mother of strength,\\nThat s father of nay, go yourself that\\nlength,\\nAsk those calm-hearted doers what they do\\nWhen they have got their calm\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "FR03I BROWNING 343\\nNovember 26th.\\nOf earth the weak,\\nMade and unmade,\\nWhere men that faint, do strive for crowns\\nthat fade\\nWhere, having won the profit which they seek,\\nThey He beside the sceptre and the gold\\nWith fleshless hands that cannot wield or hold,\\nAnd the stars shine in their unwinking eyes\\nThe Seraphim.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nO earth, so full of dreary noises\\nO men, with wailing in your voices\\nO delved gold, the wallers heap\\nO strife, O curse that o er it fall\\nGod strikes a silence through you all,\\nAnd giveth His beloved, sleep.\\nThe Sleep.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nNovember 2yth,\\nAnd thus I know this earth is not my sphere,\\nFor I cannot so narrow me, but that\\nI still exceed it.\\nPauline. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "344 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nO God where does this tend these strug-\\ngling aims\\nWhat would I have? what is this sleep,\\nwhich seems\\nTo bound all? can there be a waking\\npoint\\nOf crowning life? The soul would never\\nrule\\nIt would be first in all things it would\\nhave\\nIts utmost pleasure filled, but that com-\\nplete\\nCommanding for commanding sickens it.\\nThe last point that I can trace is, rest\\nbeneath\\nSome better essence than itself in weak-\\nness;\\nThis is myself not what I think should\\nbe.\\nAnd what is that I hunger for but God\\nlUd,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 345\\nNovember 28th.\\nSorrow how avoid\\nLet the employer match the thing employed,\\nFit to the finite his infinity,\\nAnd thus proceed forever, in degree\\nChanged but in kind the same, still limited\\nTo the appointed circumstance and dead\\nTo all beyond. A sphere is but a sphere\\nSmall, Great, are merely terms we bandy here\\nSince to the spirit s absoluteness all\\nAre like. Now, of the present sphere we call\\nLife, are conditions take but this among\\nMany the body was to be so long\\nYouthful, no longer but, since no control\\nTied to that body s purposes his soul,\\nShe chose to understand the body s trade\\nMore than the body s self had fain conveyed\\nHer boundless to the body s bounded lot.\\nHence, the soul permanent, the body not,\\nScarcely its minute for enjoying here,\\nThe soul must needs instruct her weak com-\\npeer.\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094K. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "346 BEAUTIFUL THOUGETS\\nNovember 2gth.\\nO Earth,\\nI count the praises thou art worth,\\nBy thy waves that move aloud,\\nBy thy hills against the cloud,\\nBy thy valleys warm and green,\\nBy thy copses elms between\\nBy thy silver founts that fall.\\nAs if to entice the stars at night\\nTo thine heart by grass and rush,\\nAnd little weeds the children pull,\\nMistook for flowers\\nEarth, we Christians praise thee thus.\\nEven for the change that comes,\\nWith a grief, from thee to us\\nFor thy cradles and thy tombs\\nFor the pleasant corn and wine.\\nAnd summer heat and also for\\nThe frost upon the sycamore.\\nAnd hail upon the vine\\nEarth and Her Fraisers. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 347\\nNovember joth.\\nGo back to the beginning, the first fact\\nWe re taught is, there s a world beside this\\nworld,\\nWith spirits, not mankind, for tenantry\\nThat much within that world once sojourned\\nhere,\\nThat all upon this world will visit there,\\nAnd therefore that we, bodily h*ere below,\\nMust have exactly such an interest\\nIn learning what may be the ways o* the\\nworld\\nAbove us, as the disembodied folk\\nHave (by all analogic likehhood)\\nIn watching how things go in the old world\\nWith us, their sons, successors, and what not.\\nOh, yes, with added powers probably.\\nFit for the novel state, old loves grown pure.\\nOld interests understood aright, they watch\\nEyes to see, ears to hear, and hands to help.\\nProportionate to advancement they re ahead.\\nThat s all do what we do, but noblier done.\\nMr. Sludge, The Medium. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "DECEMBER.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "December ist.\\nMountain gorses, ever golden\\nCankered not the whole year long\\nDo you teach us to be strong,\\nHowsoever pricked and holden\\nLike your thorny blooms, and so\\nTrodden on by rain and snow\\nUp the hillside of this life, as bleak as where\\nye grow\\nMountain blossoms, shining blossoms\\nDo ye teach us to be glad\\nWhen no summer can be had,\\nBlooming in our inward bosoms\\nYe, whom God preserveth still,\\nSet as lights upon a hill\\nTokens to the wintry earth that Beauty liveth\\nstill\\nLessons from the Gorse. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "352 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nDecember 2d.\\ncrying from the top of souls,\\nTo souls, that here assembled on earth s flats,\\nTo get them to some purer eminence\\nThan any hitherto beheld for clouds\\nWhat height we know not, but the way we\\nknow,\\nAnd how by mounting ever, we attain.\\nAnd so climb on. It is the hour for souls\\nThat bodies, leavened by the will and love.\\nBe lightened to redemption. The world s\\nold;\\nBut the old world waits the time to be re-\\nnewed\\nToward which, new hearts in individual\\ngrowth\\nMust quicken, and increase to multitude\\nIn new dynasties of the race of men,\\nDeveloped whence, shall grow spontaneously\\nNew churches, new economies, new laws\\nAdmitting freedom, new societies\\nExcluding falsehood. He shall make all new.\\nAurora Leigh, E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 353\\nDecember ^d.\\nread my books,\\nWithout considering whether they were fit\\nTo do me good. Mark, there. We get no\\ngood\\nBy being ungenerous, even to a book,\\nAnd calculating profits so much help\\nBy so much reading. It is rather when\\nWe gloriously forget ourselves and plunge\\nSoul-forward, headlong, into a book s pro-\\nfound,\\nImpassioned for its beauty and salt of truth\\nTis then we get the right good from a book.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nThe world of books is still the world, I\\nwrite,\\nAnd both worlds have God s providence,\\nthank God,\\nTo keep and hearten with some struggle,\\nindeed.\\nAmong the breakers, some hard swimming\\nthrough", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "354 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nThe deeps and being dashed\\nFrom error on to error, every turn\\nStill brought me nearer to the central truth.\\nIhid.\\nDecember 4th.\\nTrouble s a bad word.\\nFippa Passes. R. B.\\nDear, be happy. Sing your songs,\\nIf that s your way but sometimes slumber\\ntoo,\\nNor tire with too much following, out of\\nbreath,\\nThe rhymes upon your mountains of Delight.\\nReflect, if Art be in truth the higher life.\\nYou need the lower life to stand upon\\nIn order to reach up unto that higher\\nAnd none can stand a-tiptoe in the place\\nHe cannot stand in with two stable feet.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nThere s a world of capability\\nFor joy, spread round about us, meant for us,\\nInviting us.\\nCfeon.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 355\\nDecember ^th.\\nIt takes but little water just to touch\\nAt some one point the inside of a sphere,\\nAnd, as we turn the sphere, touch all the\\nrest\\nIn due succession but the finer air\\nWhich not so palpably nor obviously,\\nThough no less universally, can touch\\nThe whole circumference of that emptied\\nsphere,\\nFills it more fully than the water did\\nHolds thrice the weight of water in itself\\nResolved into a subtler element.\\nAnd yet the vulgar call the sphere first\\nfull\\nUp to the visible height and after, void\\nNot knowing air s more hidden properties.\\nAnd thus our soul, misknown, cries out to\\nZeus\\nTo vindicate his purpose in our life\\nWhy stay we on the earth unless to grow\\nCleon: As certain also of your own poets have\\nsaid. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "356 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nDecember 6th.\\nWe have creatures there, which if you\\nsaw\\nThe first time, you would doubtless marvel at\\nFor their surpassing beauty, craft and strength.\\nAnd though it were a lively moment s shock\\nWherein you found the purpose of forked\\ntongues\\nThat seemed innocuous in their lambent\\nplay.\\nYet, once made known such grace requires\\nsuch guard.\\nYour reason soon would acquiesce, I think,\\nIn wisdom which made all things for the\\nbest\\nSo, take them, good with ill, contentedly,\\nThe prominent beauty with the latent sting.\\nLuria. R. B.\\nAs Hke as a Hand to another Hand\\nWhoever said that foolish thing.\\nCould not have studied to understand\\nThe counsels of God in fashioning.\\nJamea Lee^s Wife, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 357\\nDecember yth.\\nWhat is this thought or thing\\nWhich I call beauty? is it thought or\\nthing\\nIs it a thought accepted for a thing?\\nOr both or neither a pretext a word\\nIts meaning flutters in me like a flame\\nUnder my own breath my perceptions\\nreel\\nForevermore around it and fall off,\\nAs if it were too holy.\\nWhich it is.\\nThe essence of all beauty I call love.\\nThe attribute, the evidence, and end.\\nThe consummation to the inward sense,\\nOf beauty apprehended from without,\\nI still call love. As form, when colorless,\\nIs nothing to the eye that pine-tree there,\\nWithout its black and green, being all a\\nblank\\nSo, without love, is beauty undiscerned\\nIn man or angel.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "358 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nDecember 8th.\\nAs I walk\\nThere s springing and melody and giddiness,\\nAnd old quaint turns and passages of my\\nyouth\\nDreams long forgotten, little in themselves\\nReturn to me whatever may amuse me,\\nAnd earth seems in a truce with me, and\\nheaven\\nAccords with me, all things suspend their\\nstrife.\\nPippa Passes. R. B.\\nEarth fades. Heaven dawns on me. I\\nshall wake next\\nBefore God s throne the moment s close at\\nhand\\nWhen Man the first, last time, has leave to\\nlay\\nHis whole heart bare before his Maker\\nleave\\nTo clear up the long error of a life\\nAnd choose one happiness forevermore.\\nStrafford.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "FB03I BROWNING 359\\nDecember gth.\\nOver the ball of it,\\nPeering and prying,\\nHow I see all of it\\nLife there, outlying\\nRoughness and smoothness,\\nShine and defilement,\\nGrace and uncouthness;\\nOne reconcilement.\\nOrbed as appointed,\\nSister with brother\\nJoins, ne er disjointed\\nOne from the other.\\nAll s lend-and-borrow\\nGood, see, wants evil,\\nJoy demands sorrow.\\nAngel weds devil\\nWhich things must why be?\\nVain our endeavor\\nSo shall things aye be\\nAs they were ever.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "360 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nSuch things should be\\nSage our desistence\\nRough-smooth let globe be,\\nMixed man s existence\\nMan wise and foolish,\\nLover and scorner,\\nDocile and mulish\\nKeep each his corner\\nHoney yet gall of it\\nThere s the life lying.\\nAnd I see all of it,\\nOnly, I m dying\\nPisgah-Sights. R. B.\\nDecember loth.\\nWell. Tis a strange thing I am dying,\\nFestus,\\nAnd now that fast the storm of life subsides,\\nI first perceive how great the whirl has been.\\nI was calm then, who am so dizzy now\\nCalm in the thick of tempest, but no less\\nA partner in its motion and mixed up\\nWith its career. The hurricane is spent,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 361\\n-vnd the good boat speeds through the\\nbrightening weather\\nBut is it earth or sea that heaves below\\nThe gulf rolls like a meadow-swell, o er-\\nstrewn\\nWith ravaged boughs and remnants of the\\nshore\\nEven so my varied life\\nDrifts by me I am young, old, happy, sad.\\nHoping, desponding, acting, taking rest.\\nAnd all at once that is, those past con-\\nditions\\nFloat back at once on me.\\nParacelsus. R. B.\\nDecember nth.\\nAnd this is death I understand it all.\\nNew being waits me new perceptions must\\nBe born in me before I plunge therein\\nWhich last is Death s affair and while I\\nspeak.\\nMinute by minute he is filling me\\nWith power and while my foot is on the\\nthreshold", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "362 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nOf boundless life the doors unopened\\nyet,\\nAll preparations not complete within\\nI turn new knowledge upon old events,\\nAnd the effect is but I must not\\ntell;\\nIt is not lawful. Your own turn will come\\nOne day. Wait, Festus You will die\\nlike me.\\nParacelma. R. B.\\nStrange secrets are let out by Death,\\nWho blabs so oft the follies of this world.\\nlUd.\\nDecember 12th.\\nRobert Browning died December, 12th, 1889.\\nGod shall take thee to His breast, dear\\nspirit,\\nUnto his breast, be sure and here on\\nearth\\nShall splendor sit upon thy name forever.\\nParacelsus^ R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 363\\nAnd then, the last song\\nWhen the dead man is praised on his journey\\nBear, bear him along,\\nWith his few faults shut up like dead\\nflowerets\\n8aul.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nMeantime hold hard by truth and his great\\nsoul,\\nDo out the duty Through such souls alone\\nGod stooping shows sufficient of His light\\nFor us i the dark to rise by.\\nThe Ring and the Book, R. B.\\nDecember ijth.\\nFear death to feel the fog in my throat,\\nThe mist in my face,\\nWhen the snows begin, and the blasts denote\\nI am nearing the place,\\nThe power of the night, the press of the\\nstorm,\\nThe post of the foe\\nWhere he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible\\nform,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "364 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nYet the strong man must go\\nFor the journey is done and the summit at-\\ntained,\\nAnd the barriers fall,\\nThough a battle s to fight ere the guerdon be\\ngained,\\nThe reward of it all.\\nI was ever a fighter, so one fight more,\\nThe best and the last\\nI would hate that death bandaged my eyes,\\nand forbore.\\nAnd bade me creep past.\\nProspice. R. B.\\nDecember 14th.\\nNo let me taste the whole of it, fare like my\\npeers\\nThe heroes of old.\\nBear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life s\\narrears\\nOf pain, darkness, and cold.\\nFor sudden the worst turns the best to the\\nbrave.\\nThe black minute s at end,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 365\\nAnd the elements rage, the fiend-voices that\\nrave,\\nShall dwindle, shall blend.\\nShall change, shall become a peace out of\\npain.\\nThen a light, then thy breast,\\nO thou soul of my soul I shall clasp thee\\nagain.\\nAnd with God be the rest\\nProspice. R. B.\\nWhy, time was what I wanted, to turn o er\\nWithin my mind each look, get more and\\nmore\\nBy heart each word, too much to learn at first.\\nAnd join thee all the fitter for the pause\\nNeath the low door-way s lintel.\\nAny Wife to Any Husband. R. B.\\nDecember i^th.\\nNo more lifes, deaths, loves, hatreds, peaces,\\nwars\\nAh, fragments of a whole ordained to be.\\nPoints in the life I waited what are ye", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "366 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nBut roundels of a ladder which appeared\\nAwhile the very platform it was reared\\nTo lift me on that happiness I find\\nProofs of my faith in, even in the blind\\nInstinct which bade forego you all unless\\nYe led me past yourselves. Ay, happiness\\nAwaited me the way life should be used\\nWas to acquire, and deeds like you conduced\\nTo teach it by a self-revealment, deemed\\nLife s very use, so long Whatever seemed\\nProgress to that, was pleasure aught that\\nstayed\\nMy reaching it no pleasure. I have laid\\nThe ladder down I climb not still, aloft,\\nThe platform stretches\\nSordello.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.\\nDecember i6th.\\nTwas an ill prayer it shall be prayed no\\nmore;\\nAnd God did use it like a foolishness.\\nGiving no answer. Now my heart has grown\\nToo high and strong for such a foolish prayer.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 367\\nGod answers sharp and sudden on some\\nprayers,\\nAnd thrusts the thing we have prayed for in\\nour face,\\nA gauntlet with a gift in t. Every wish\\nIs hke a prayer with God.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nA child may say amen\\nTo a bishop s prayer and feel the way it\\ngoes.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nDecember lyth.\\nShghts, scorns, neglects, were heaped on you\\nto bear\\nAnd ever you did bear and bow the head\\nIt had been sorry trial, to precede\\nYour feet, hold up the promise of reward\\nFor luring gleam your footsteps kept the track\\nThrough dark and doubt take all the light\\nat once\\nWell have you served, as well henceforth com-\\nmand\\nLima, R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "368 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nTake all the experiences of all the world,\\nEach knowledge that broke through a heart\\nto life,\\nEach reasoning which, to reach, burnt out a\\nbrain,\\nand when the fresh heart breaks.\\nThe new brain proves a ruin, what of them r\\nWhat is the matter of one moth the more\\nSinged in the candle, at a summer s end?\\nLuria. R. B,\\nDecember i8th.\\nThe only teachers who instruct mankind,\\nTo find man s veritable stature\\nout.\\nErect, sublime, the measure of a man.\\nAnd that s the measure of an angel, says\\nThe apostle. Ay, and while your common\\nmen\\nLay telegraphs, guage railroads, reign, reap,\\ndine,\\nAnd dust the flaunty carpets of the world\\nFor kings to walk on, or our president,\\nThe poet suddenly will catch them up", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 369\\nWith his voice like a thunder. This\\nis soul,\\nThis is life, this word is being said in\\nheaven,\\nHere s God down on us what are you\\nabout?\\nHow all those workers start amid their\\nwork,\\nLook round, look up, and feel, a moment s\\nspace,\\nThat carpet-dusting, though a pretty trade.\\nIs not the imperative labor after all.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.\\nDecember igth.\\nI do but stand and think.\\nAcross the waters of a troubled life\\nThe Flower of Heaven so vainly overhangs,\\nWhat perfect counterpart would be in sight,\\nIf tanks were cleaner. Let us cleanse the\\ntubes.\\nAnd wait for rains.\\nAurora Leigh. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "370 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nIn your patience ye are strong; cold and\\nheat ye take not wrong\\nWhen the trumpet of the angel blows eter-\\nnity s evangel,\\nTime will seem to you not long.\\nThe Rhyme of the Duchess May. E. B. B.\\nStep out grandly to the infinite\\nFrom the dark edges of the sensual ground\\nThe SouVs Expression.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nDecember 20th.\\nIn prayers, that upward mount\\nLike to a fair-sunned fount\\nWhich, in gushing back upon you,\\nHath an upper music won you.\\nIn hope that apprehends\\nAn end beyond these ends\\nAnd great uses rendered duly\\nBy the meanest song sung truly\\nFor life, so lovely- vain,\\nFor death, which breaks the chain,\\nFor this sense of present sweetness,\\nAnd this yearning to completeness", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "FB03I BROWNING 371\\nFor sights of things away,\\nThrough fissures of the clay,\\nPromised things which shall be given\\nAnd sung over, up in Heaven,\\nA Lay of the Early Rose. E. B. B.\\nDecemebr 21st\\nThere s heaven above, and night by night\\nI look right through its gorgeous roof\\nNo suns and moons though e er so bright\\nAvail to stop me splendor-proof\\nI keep the broods of stars aloof:\\nFor I intend to get to God,\\nFor tis to God I speed so fast,\\nFor in God s breast, my own abode.\\nThose shoals of dazzling glory, passed,\\nI lay my spirit down at last.\\nI lie where I have always lain,\\nGod smiles as He has always smiled\\nEre suns and moons could wax and wane,\\nEre stars were thundergirt, or piled\\nThe heavens, God thought on me, His child.\\nJohannes Agricola in Meditation. R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "372 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nDecember 22d.\\nCan I teach thee, my beloved, can I teach\\nthee?\\nIf I said, Go left or right,\\nThe counsel would be light.\\nThe wisdom poor of all that could enrich\\nthee\\nMy right would show like left\\nMy raising would depress thee,\\nMy choice of light would blind thee,\\nOf way, would leave behind thee,\\nOf end, would leave bereft\\nAlas I can but bless thee\\nMay God teach thee, my beloved, may God\\nteach thee\\nCan I bless thee, my beloved, can I bless\\nthee\\nWhat blessing word can I,\\nFrom mine own tears keep dry\\nWhat flowers grow in my field wherewith to\\ndress thee?", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "FBOM BROWNING 373\\nAlas I can but love thee\\nMay God bless thee, my beloved, may God\\nbless thee\\nA Valediction, E. B. B.\\nDecember 2^d.\\nHow could I think it right.\\nNewcomer on our earth as. Sweet, thou art.\\nTo bring a verse from out a human heart\\nMade heavy with accumulated tears,\\nAnd cross with such amount of weary years\\nThe day-sum of delight\\nTherefore no song of mine\\nBut prayer in place of singing prayer that\\nwould\\nCommend thee to the new-creating God,\\nWhose gift in childhood s heart without its\\nstain\\nOf weakness, ignorance and changing vain\\nThat gift of God be thine\\nA Song Against Singing. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "374 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nDecember 24th.\\nHave I been sure, this Christmas-Eve,\\nGod s own hand did the rainbow weave.\\nWhereby the truth from heaven slid\\nInto my soul\\nChristmas-Eve and Easter-Day. R. B,\\nI bring thee the gifts of the time\\nRed, for the patriot s blood.\\nGreen, for the martyr s crown,\\nWhite, for the dew and the rime,\\nWhen the morning of God comes down.\\nChristmas Gifts.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nUsing heaven s own tune in hymning.\\nWhile deep response from earth s own\\nmountains ran,\\nPeace upon earth ^good will to man.\\nGlory to God -\u00e2\u0080\u0094I said Amen afar.\\nThe Seraphim.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nDecember 2^th.\\nI only heard the song\\nPeace upon earth, saw nothing but the face\\nO the Holy Infant and the halo there.\\n21ie Ring and the Book,\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "FEOM BROWNING 375\\nO Magi of the east and of the west,\\nYour incense, gold and myrrh are excel-\\nlent.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat gifts for Christ, then, bring ye with the\\nrest?\\nYour hands have worked well. Is your\\ncourage spent\\nIn handwork only? Have you nothing\\nbest.\\nWhich generous souls may perfect and\\npresent.\\nAnd He shall thank the givers for\\nCasa Guidi Windows. E. B. B.\\nAnd here is the star we sought,\\nTo show us where Christ was born\\nChristmas Gifts.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nDecember 26th.\\nThrough all the Angel-song\\nShall penetrate one weak and quivering\\nprayer.\\nStraford.\u00e2\u0080\u0094R. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "376 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nShe so had prayed and God, who hears\\nThrough seraph-songs the sound of\\ntears.\\nhobeVs Child.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. B.\\nAre crowns yet to be won, in this late trial.\\nWhich weakness makes me hesitate to reach\\nTis God s voice calls, how could I stay?\\nPippa Passes. R. B.\\nDecember 2yth.\\nEarth breaks up, time drops away.\\nIn flows heaven, with its new day\\nOf endless life, when He who trod,\\nVery man and very God,\\nThis earth in weakness, shame and pain,\\nDying the death whose signs remain\\nUp yonder on the accursed tree,\\nShall come again, no more to be\\nOf captivity the thrall,\\nBut the one God, All in all.\\nKing of kings. Lord of lords.\\nAs His servant John received the words,\\nI died, and live forevermore\\nChristmas Ece and Easter-Day. R. B,", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0380.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 377\\nwas\\nB.\\nAnd if you weep still, weep where John\\nlaid\\nWhile Jesus loved him.\\nAurora Leigh, E. B.\\nDecember 28th.\\nA man on earth He wandered once,\\nAll meek and undefiled\\nAnd those who loved Him said He wept,\\nNone ever said He smiled\\nYet there might have been a smile unseen,\\nWhen He bowed His blessed face, I ween,\\nTo bless that happy child.\\nThe PoeVs Vow.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.\\nBabes Love could always see and hear\\nBehind the cloud that hid them\\nLet httle children come to Me,\\nAnd do not thou forbid them.\\nSo, unforbidding, we have met.\\nAnd gently here have laid her\\nThough winter is no time to get\\nThe flowers that should o erspread her.\\nA Child s Ch ave at Florence. E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0381.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "378 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nDecember 2^th.\\nPoets singing sweetest snatches,\\nWhile that deaf men keep the watches\\nVaunting to come before\\nOur own age evermore,\\nIn a loneness, in a loneness,\\nAnd the nobler for that oneness\\nHoly in voice and heart,\\nTo high ends set apart\\nAll unmated, all unmated,\\nJust because so consecrated.\\nBut if alone we be,\\nWhere is our empery\\nAnd if none can reach our statue,\\nWho can mete our lofty nature\\nWhat angel, but would seem\\nTo sensual eyes, ghost-dim\\nAnd without assimilation,\\nVain is inter-penetration.\\nA Lay of the Early Bose.\u00e2\u0080\u0094E. B. B.", "height": "2712", "width": "1787", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00brow_0382.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "FROM BROWNING 379\\nDecember }oth.\\nBe content\\nTo minister with voluntary grace\\nAnd melancholy pardon, every rite\\nAnd function in you, to the human hand.\\nBe ye to man as angels are to God,\\nServants in pleasure, singers of delight,\\nSuggesters to his soul of higher things\\nThan any of your highest. So at last.\\nHe shall look round on you with lids too\\nstraight\\nTo hold the grateful tears, and thank you\\nwell;\\nAnd bless you when he prays his secret\\nprayers.\\nAnd praise you when he sings his open\\nsongs\\nFor the clear song-note he has learnt in you\\nOf purifying sweetness and extend\\nAcross your head his golden fantasies\\nWhich glorify you into soul from sense\\nGo serve him for such price.\\nA Drama of Exile.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 E. B. 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