They say that God lives very high! But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God. And why? And… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll- Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say… — 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
Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the… — 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
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
God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and denied That our… — 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
There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud. — 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
“Earth's crammed with heaven... But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.” — 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
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
