Yet how proud we are, In daring to look down upon ourselves! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Tis aye a solemn thing to me To look upon a babe that sleeps-- Wearing in its spirit-deeps The unrevealed mystery Of… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from… — 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
My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto.… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
OF writing many books there is no end; And I who have written much in prose and verse For others' uses, will… — 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
I f thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The Holy Night We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem; The dumb kine from their fodder turning them, Softened their horned faces… — 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 dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all that's glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face - Like… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
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 dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all that's glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face - Like… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share
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
