Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
When God helps all the workers for His world, The singers shall have help of Him, not last. — 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
Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world. — 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
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
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
World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds, both great and small Are close-knot strands of an unbroken thread There… — 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
