And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
When God helps all the workers for His world, The singers shall have help of Him, not last. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and denied That our… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Through heaven and earth God's will moves freely, and I follow it, As color follows light. He overflows The firmamental walls with… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
O Earth, so full of dreary noises! O men, with wailing in your voices! O delved gold, the wader's heap! O strife,… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
They say that God lives very high! But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God. And why? And… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
“The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul Move still, oh, still, beside… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
They say that God lives very high! But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God. And why? And if you… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
Men of science, osteologists And surgeons, beat some poets, in respect For nature,-count nought common or unclean, Spend raptures upon perfect specimens Of indurated… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
