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
air breathe
He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
morning cutting night
A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.
may sake friendship-love
But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
school eye sorrow
"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, "God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, "God be praised."
love pain use
World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
bird west east
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.
faith heaven earth
Earth's crammed with Heaven.
singing graves
A grave, on which to rest from singing?
heart cutting blood
Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
running suffering tears
For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life.
god lips said
And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised.
famous-love long comfort
Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
absurd deed great hour monster
What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed -- and not for pay? Absurd -- or insincere?
art ascending expanding graduating hungry intense larger life line pushes spiral toward
What is art but 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?