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
For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats. — 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
And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud. — 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
XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along,… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding… — 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
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
