But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light. — 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
Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Get work: Be sure it is better than what you work to get. — 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
