The English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by… — 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
Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in!… — 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
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
The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while… — 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
