“...But the child's sob in silence curses deeper / Than the strong man in his wrath.” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
For me, my heart, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich;… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds, both great and small Are close-knot strands of an unbroken thread There… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
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 Image
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. — 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 if you… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
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 Image
