The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add,… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“The picture of helpless indolence she calls herself sublimely helpless and impotent I had done living I thought Was ever life so… — 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
Guess now who holds thee?'--'Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, . . . 'Not Death, but Love. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
When the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Earth may embitter, not remove, The love divinely given; And e'en that mortal grief shall prove The immortality of love, And lead… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen." — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and if God choose, I shall but love thee… — 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
