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The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me ... — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He lives most life whoever breathes most air. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Art is much, but love is more ... — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I shall but love thee bitter after death — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I worked with patience which means almost power. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I take her as God made her, and as men Must fail to unmake her, for my honoured wife. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love that endures, from life that disappears! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My sun sets to raise again. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The essence of all beauty, I call love. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen." — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Whoever lives true life, will love true love. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The world of books is still the world. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Some people always sigh in thanking God. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Will that light come again,
As now these tears come ... falling hot and real! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Two human loves make one divine. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Yet how proud we are,
In daring to look down upon ourselves! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted
And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road
Singing beside the hedge. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Whoso loves, believes in the impossible — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Nor myrtle
which means chiefly love: and love
Is something awful which one dare not touch
So early o' mornings. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Thou comest! all is said without a word. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Did you think of that? Who burns his viol will not dance, I know. To cymbals, Romney. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Since when was genius found respectable? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning could write a poem two pages long. Could she have brought it to a music publisher? — Dorothy Fields

Earth's crammed with Heaven. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Truth outlives pain, as the soul does life. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He said true things, but called them by wrong names. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love you for the part of me that you bring out. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Silence is the best response to a fool ... — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Who so loves believes the impossible. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me ... -toll
The silver iterance! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Love me sweet
With all thou art
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the Lightest part,
Love me in full Being. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I cannot speak in happy tones. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I have done most of my talking by post of late years
as people shut up in dungeons take up with scrawling mottoes on the walls. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected by death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The devil's most devilish when respectable. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Get leave to work In this world,
'tis the best you get at all. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] Her sweetness of character is even beyond her genius. — Mary Russell Mitford

Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning