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
photography painting
Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?
men soul he-man
The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
work world this-world
Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
flower may cups
The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
work men ease
Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
kindness desire would-be
The great chasm between the thing I say, and the thing I would say, would be quite dispiriting to me, in spite even of such kindnesses as yours, if the desire did not master the despondency.
believe giving serious-things
Anybody is qualified, according to everybody, for giving opinions upon poetry. It is not so in chemistry and mathematics. Nor is it so, I believe, in whist and the polka. But then these are more serious things.
dream angel past
Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving; Unless you can die when the dream is past — Oh, never call it loving!
gratitude children cheer
I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put them away tenderly because I had been happy near them, and take them out by turns when I was going from home, to cheer them by the change of air and the pleasure of the new place. This, not for the sake of the verses written in them, and not for the sake of writing more verses in them, but from pure gratitude.
eye violet looks
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
air rose spirit
And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard the words it said,- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!"
inspirational goodbye dream
Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.
faith song real
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.
life men
What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all.