Language
Robert Browning
The grand Perhaps!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I shall but love thee better after death.
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and if God choose,
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And lips say, ‘God be pitiful,’
Gwendolyn Brooks
Abortions will not let you forget.
Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour.
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
These laid the world away; poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth.
But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old,
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
Charlotte Brontë
Reader, I married him.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Jesus is there only for others … ‘the man for others’, and therefore the crucified.
In me there is darkness, but with you there is light.
William Blake
My mother groaned! my father wept.
Hear the voice of the Bard!
Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
