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
life breathe deepest-life
He who breathes deepest lives most.
gate ground iron teeth
The iron gate ground its teeth to let me pass!
flies hurt pitiful poor says tease
Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: he's pitiful to flies even. ''Sing,'' says he, ''and tease me still, if that's your way, poor insect.''
felt sure
I felt so young, so strong, so sure of God.
common rose till touch touches warm
Our Euripides, the human, / With his droppings of warm tears, / And his touches of things common / Till they rose to touch the spheres.
equal man younger
A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
children hear sorrow
Do you hear the children weeping, O my brothers, / Ere the sorrow comes with years?
breadth count depth height love scholars-and-scholarship soul thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
breadth count depth ends feeling height ideal love sight soul thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways./ I love thee to the depth and breadth and height / My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight / For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
afloat breaking god golden great paddling ruin spreading
What was he doing, the great god Pan, / Down in the reeds by the river? / Spreading ruin and scattering ban, / Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, / And breaking the golden lilies afloat / With the dragon-fly on the river.
love valentines-day cute-boyfriend
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
women struggle lips
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.
sweet tired heart
Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.
change inspiring time
Light tomorrow with today!