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
women struggle lips
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.
marriage sweet-love philosophy
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
faith autumn shoes
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
love friendship positive
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
love valentines-day cute-boyfriend
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
apart church close dream grave heart life press
Life treads on life, and heart on heart: We press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or grave apart
clean hands wash
He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently; He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean
flies hurt pitiful poor says tease
Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: he's pitiful to flies even. ''Sing,'' says he, ''and tease me still, if that's your way, poor insect.''
developed seemed stood sun
He, in his developed manhood, stood A little sunburnt by the glare of life; While I, it seemed no sun had shone on me
developed scholars-and-scholarship
He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.
absurd deed great hour monster
What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed -- and not for pay? Absurd -- or insincere?
book mouse pulling ribs small victorious
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs / Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there / At this or that box, pulling through the gap, / In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, / The first book first.
art ascending expanding graduating hungry intense larger life line pushes spiral toward
What is art but life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?
gate ground iron teeth
The iron gate ground its teeth to let me pass!