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
thee ifs
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?
passion men use
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
long standing monument
My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
writing kissing romantic-love
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
respect statistics genius
Since when was genius found respectable?
marriage sweet-love philosophy
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
god faith religious
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
art lines ascending
What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?
morning night color
Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.
quiet enough virtuous
She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)
love-is our-love beloved
Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.
heart may loathe
Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
girl song names
XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.
sweet years vision
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me.