The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? — 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
Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“The great chasm between the thing I say, & the thing I would say, wd be quite dispiriting to me, in spite… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The man, most man, Works best for men, and, if most men indeed, He gets his manhood plainest from his soul: While,… — 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… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he… — 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
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
