Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes & Quotations
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The beauty seems right By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong Because of weakness. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one; But shadows ever man pursue. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true! - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair! And they heart the words it said, Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead! - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Brazen helm of daffodil lies, With a glitter toward the light. Purple violets for the mouth, Breathing perfumes west and south; And a sword of flashing lilies, Hold en ready for the fight. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The world goes whispering to its own, 'This anguish pierces to the bone;' And tender friends go sighing round, 'What love can ever cure this wound?' My days go on, my days go on. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The devil's most devilish when respectable. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely, One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since it grew more clean and white. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The place is all a wave with trees, Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded, Acacias having drunk the lees Of the night-dew, fain headed, And wan, grey olive-woods, which seem The fittest foliage for a dream. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me, save the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat, Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disembowelled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men! - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Colours seen by candle-light will not look the same by day. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one; But shadows ever man pursue. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true! - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Brazen helm of daffodil lies, With a glitter toward the light. Purple violets for the mouth, Breathing perfumes west and south; And a sword of flashing lilies, Hold en ready for the fight. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The world goes whispering to its own, 'This anguish pierces to the bone;' And tender friends go sighing round, 'What love can ever cure this wound?' My days go on, my days go on. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The devil's most devilish when respectable. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely, One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since it grew more clean and white. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The place is all a wave with trees, Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded, Acacias having drunk the lees Of the night-dew, fain headed, And wan, grey olive-woods, which seem The fittest foliage for a dream. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me, save the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat, Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disembowelled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men! - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Colours seen by candle-light will not look the same by day. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning