“Earth's crammed with heaven... But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake... — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen"… — 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
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
How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if… — 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
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven!… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The… — 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 dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all that's glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face - Like… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
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 dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all that's glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face - Like… — 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 Image
