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
brother children childhood
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?
eye violet looks
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
despair rooms christ
Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.
patience mean
I worked with patience which means almost power.
life stars flower
Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll- Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me-toll The silver iterance!-only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence, with thy soul.
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 queens wall
I would not be a rose upon the wall A queen might stop at, near the palace-door, To say to a courtier, "Pluck that rose for me, It's prettier than the rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd rather far be trodden by his foot, Than lie in a great queen's bosom.
time men years
A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
heart wings dove
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.
real fall light
Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
grace vain still-in-love
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain
patience gestures bears
And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
patience strong
In your patience ye are strong.
song angel thinking
Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.