How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious… — 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
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“If thou must love me, let it be for naught Except for love's sake only. Do not say, 'I love her for… — 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
But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity. — 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
“His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that he… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The man, most man, Works best for men, and, if most men indeed, He gets his manhood plainest from his soul: While,… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Guess now who holds thee?'--'Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, . . . 'Not Death, but Love. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings. — 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
