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
wall moving angel
Through heaven and earth God's will moves freely, and I follow it, As color follows light. He overflows The firmamental walls with deity, Therefore with love; His lightnings go abroad, His pity may do so, His angels must, Whene'er He gives them charges.
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.
firsts lost
Whatever's lost, it first was won.
gratitude
The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing!
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.
lying sleep looks
Tis aye a solemn thing to me To look upon a babe that sleeps-- Wearing in its spirit-deeps The unrevealed mystery Of its Adam's taint and woe, Which, when they revealed lie, Will not let it slumber so.
lilies rich poor
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
morning mean love-is
Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings.
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.
utterance study evidence
Utterance is the evidence of foregone study.
sweet art future
O Death, O Beyond, Thou art sweet, thou art strange!
gold strikes plague
The plague of gold strikes far and near.
squares cities pleasure
Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
kissing dust idols
God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and denied That our close kisses should impair their white,-- I know we shall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty, glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light.