And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.” — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!" — 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
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
And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
When the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he… — 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,… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter… — 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… — 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
