If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand. — 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
There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew… — 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
I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose 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
