I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge. — 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
The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with… — 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
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
We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men. — 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
