For me, my heart, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“Men could not part us with their worldly jars, Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend; Our hands would touch… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . . — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Earth may embitter, not remove, The love divinely given; And e'en that mortal grief shall prove The immortality of love, And lead… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the… — 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
Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen." — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“I think of thee!—-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad leaves, and… — 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
