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Poet
March 06, 1806
British
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Poet
March 06, 1806
And trade is art, and art's philosophy,In Paris.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
The year's at the Spring And day's at the morn Morning's at seven The hillside's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn: God's in his Heaven - All's right with the world!
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Light tomorrow with today.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Light tomorrow with today!
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Until they are of the age to use the brain.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Best be yourself imperial plain and true!
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face. A gauntlet with a gift in't.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
I give the fight up let there be an end A privacy an obscure nook for me I want to be forgotten even by God.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Let no one 'til his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work Until the day's out and the labor done: Then bring your gauges.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face. A gauntlet with a gift in't.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
I give the fight up let there be an end A privacy an obscure nook for me I want to be forgotten even by God.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Let no one 'til his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work Until the day's out and the labor done: Then bring your gauges.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Oh to be in England Now that April's there.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Love doesn't make the world go round Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it "Italy."
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
God's in His Heaven - All's right with the world!
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Good to forgive Best to forget.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Oh to be in England Now that April's there.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Just for a handful of silver he left us Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Earth changes but thy soul and God stand sure.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
True knowledge comes only through suffering.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
I only thoughtOf lying quiet there where I was thrownLike sea-weed on the rocks, and suffer herTo prick me to a pattern with her pin,Fibre from fibre, delicate leaf from leaf,And dry out from my drowned anatomyThe last sea-salt left in me.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious hand appearsTo bear a gift for mortals, old or young;And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,Those of my own life, who by turns had flungA shadow across me. Straightaway I was 'ware,So weeping, how a mystic Shape did moveBehind me, and drew me backward by the hair;And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--Guess now who holds thee?--Death, I said, But, there,The silver answer rang,--Not Death, but Love.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that he loved me - he met argument with fact. He told me - that with himself also, the early freshness of youth had gone by, & that throughout it he had not been able to love any woman - that he loved now for the first time & the last.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
The heart doth recognise thee,Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,—-Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Yes," I answered you last night;"No," this morning, sir, I say.Colours seen by candlelightWill not look the same by day.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
The wisest word man reaches is the humblest he can speak.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use?A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fineSad memory, with thy songs to interfuse?A shade, in which to sing—of palm or pine?A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
You're something between a dream and a miracle.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
