I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the… — 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
In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold to… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,-- And the drops will slacken so; Weep, weep--and the watch thou keepest, With a quicker count… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The… — 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
