I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book, And calculating profits--so much help By so much reading. It is… — 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
Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll- Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say… — 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
What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love… — 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
A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but… — 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
