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
death god life love shall thee
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
thee ifs
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?
life should thee
For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.
life thee worthy
Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
love tears thee
I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.
breadth count depth height love scholars-and-scholarship soul thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
breadth count depth ends feeling height ideal love sight soul thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways./ I love thee to the depth and breadth and height / My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight / For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
dream dull hurts lean paid pair producing stumble weary women works worth
The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight, producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, to put on when you're weary -- or a stool. To stumble over and vex you... ''curse that stool!'' Or else at best, a cushion, where you lean and sleep, and dream of something we are not, but would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this... that, after all, we are paid the worth of our work, perhaps.
common rose till touch touches warm
Our Euripides, the human, / With his droppings of warm tears, / And his touches of things common / Till they rose to touch the spheres.
among beat books cases creeping felt fossils found giant high hour mouse pulling ribs secret small sun victorious
Books, books, books had found the secret of a garret-room piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large, /where, creeping in and out among the giant fossils of my past, 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. And how I felt it beat under my pillow, in the morning's dark. An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!
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.
measure until work
Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor's done.
afloat breaking god golden great paddling ruin spreading
What was he doing, the great god Pan, / Down in the reeds by the river? / Spreading ruin and scattering ban, / Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, / And breaking the golden lilies afloat / With the dragon-fly on the river.
A woman is always younger than a man at equal years.