Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browningwas one of the most prominent English poets of the Victorian era, popular in Britain and the United States during her lifetime...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 March 1806
sweet art future
O Death, O Beyond, Thou art sweet, thou art strange!
gold strikes plague
The plague of gold strikes far and near.
men mountain speak
Mountain gorses, do ye teach us . . . . That the wisest word man reaches Is the humblest he can speak?
kissing dust idols
God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and denied That our close kisses should impair their white,-- I know we shall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty, glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light.
lying sleep looks
Tis aye a solemn thing to me To look upon a babe that sleeps-- Wearing in its spirit-deeps The unrevealed mystery Of its Adam's taint and woe, Which, when they revealed lie, Will not let it slumber so.
morning mean love-is
Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings.
soul world dangerous
Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.
believe men wish
You believe In God, for your part?--that He who makes Can make good things from ill things, best from worst, As men plant tulips upon dunghills when They wish them finest.
heart singing cheerful
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge.
art love-is art-is
Art is much, but love is more ...
soul golden thrones
The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
taught caught rhythm
I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.
proud looks daring
Yet how proud we are, In daring to look down upon ourselves!
memories genius might
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.