For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I would not be a rose upon the wall A queen might stop at, near the palace-door, To say to a courtier,… — 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
“Earth's crammed with heaven... But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
But I love you, sir: And when a woman says she loves a man, The man must hear her, though he love… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and if God choose, I shall but love thee… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds, both great and small Are close-knot strands of an unbroken thread There… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of… — 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
