Art Quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I should not dare to call my soul my own.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Many a crown Covers bald foreheads.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

“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

Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

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