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
democracy half bears
For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats.
brother grief names
O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief--holy herein, That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
joy temptation capacity
Capacity for joy Admits temptation.
purple lilies prophet
Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
eye years wind
The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, Is carried away in a gust of wind.
wall ivy weather
Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.
brother children childhood
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?
two smell what-matters
You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
thinking shadow trials
Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,-- And the drops will slacken so; Weep, weep--and the watch thou keepest, With a quicker count will go. Think,--the shadow on the dial For the nature most undone, Marks the passing of the trial, Proves the presence of the sun.
sleep soul grace
Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this-- He giveth His beloved sleep.
fall sleep tears
And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.
wings eagles genius
The denial of contemporary genius is the rule rather than the exception. No one counts the eagles in the nest, till there is a rush of wings; and lo! they are flown.
dream heart destiny
Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart.
larks littles soar
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.