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
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life! — 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
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
I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Unless you can feel when the song is done No other is sweet in its rhythm; Unless you can feel when left… — 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
“The picture of helpless indolence she calls herself sublimely helpless and impotent I had done living I thought Was ever life so… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake... — 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
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all . . .” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“O Life, How oft we throw it off and think, — 'Enough, Enough of life in so much! — here's a cause… — 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
