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
wish lilies trophies
I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
hands white lilies
And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
men roots growing
Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
love wedding soulmate
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
heart men fire
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.
brother grief names
O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief--holy herein, That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
imagination earth rakes
We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake...
courage knights bravery
The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.
music pain men
Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man. The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain-- For the reed that grows never more again As a reed with the reeds of the river.
eye years wind
The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, Is carried away in a gust of wind.
voice bells poet
There's nothing great Nor small, has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
flower may cups
The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
poetry humanity
We can't separate our humanity from our poetry ...
truth pain soul
truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.