Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which, if cut deep down the middle,shows a heart within blood-tinctured of a veined humanity.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,And that cannot stop their tears.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Therefore to this dog will I,Therefore and for ever.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Yes," I answered you last night;Will not look the same by day.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Unless you can muse in a crowd all dayOh, never call it loving!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What was he doing, the great god Pan,With the dragon-fly on the river.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The cypress stood up like a churchThe nightingales, the nightingales.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

But so fair,Who gaze upon her unaware.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet,Who art not missed by any that entreat.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And I said in underbreath —Round our restlessness, His rest.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I cannot speak "Thy will be done."

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

But since he hadThe justice to be honoured in his grave.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

By thunders of white silence.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And that dismal cry rose slowly Pan, Pan is dead!"

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

She has seen the mystery hidNow she knows what Rhamses knows.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climbWith tears and laughter for all time!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And Chaucer, with his infantineFamiliar clasp of things divine.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben,The world was worthy of such men.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Knowledge by suffering entereth,And life is perfected by death.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Guess now who holds thee?"—"Death," I said. But thereThe silver answer rang—"Not Death, but Love.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Hush, call no echo up in further proof That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall standHenceforward in thy shadow.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,Be here contented?

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot Love that endures, from life that disappears!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I seek no copy now of life's first half: New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Here's ivy! — take them, as I used to do And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Of writing many books there is no end; To hold together what he was and is.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Life, struck sharp on death,And none was left to love in all the world.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Dreams of doing goodFor good-for-nothing people.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The beautiful seems rightBecause of weakness.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Books, books, books!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Every wishIs like a prayer—with God.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If I married him,From any use that pleased him!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,A gauntlet with a gift in't.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Good critics, who have stamped out poets' hope,Good patriots, who for a theory risked a cause.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

That he, in his developed manhood, stoodWhile I . . it seemed no sun had shone on me.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Whoso lovesBelieves the impossible.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The growing drama has outgrown such toysTo keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Nay, if there's room for poets in the worldThan Roland with his knights, at Roncesvalles.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Since when was genius found respectable?

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Man, the two-fold creature, apprehends Through the open arms of God.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The face, which, duly as the sun, And yet my days go on, go on.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

By anguish which made pale the sun, However darkly days go on.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Whatever's lost, it first was won; I praise Thee while my days go on.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

For tis not in mere death that men die most.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Light tomorrow with today!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for naught

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Who so loves believes the impossible.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The picture of helpless indolence she calls herself

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning