Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen." — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, Is carried away… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto.… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter… — 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
