For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats. — 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
There's nothing great Nor small, has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And… — 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… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“A cheerful genius suits the times, / And all true poets laugh unquenchably / Like Shakespeare and the gods.” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen"… — 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… — 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
The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Anybody is qualified, according to everybody, for giving opinions upon poetry. It is not so in chemistry and mathematics. Nor is it… — 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
“I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward… — 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
I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put… — 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
We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots,… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song. — 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
