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
tone speak
I cannot speak in happy tones.
heart singing cheerful
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge.
world pitcher wells
With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!
photography painting
Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?
heart solitude tears
I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.
sleep secret remember
There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
art mean secret
I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.
eye delight littles
And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.
writing seems courses
Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.
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.
crowns royalty foreheads
Many a crown Covers bald foreheads.
children heart sleep
For me, my heart, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose, Who giveth His Beloved, sleep.