The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone. Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes From 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 our-love beloved love-is At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction. Elizabeth Barrett Browning pain reading time Who can fear Elizabeth Barrett Browning stars flower life I worked with patience which means almost power. Elizabeth Barrett Browning patience mean And I must bear Elizabeth Barrett Browning gestures bears patience The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. Elizabeth Barrett Browning girl stars prayer Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man. Elizabeth Barrett Browning women brain men Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning. Elizabeth Barrett Browning lightning awful You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? Elizabeth Barrett Browning smell what-matters two Every wish Is like a prayer--with God. Elizabeth Barrett Browning praying-to-god prayer wish 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 trophies lilies wish 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. Elizabeth Barrett Browning bells poet voice 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 eye wind years 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. Elizabeth Barrett Browning dew roots men 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. Elizabeth Barrett Browning grief brother names That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb. Elizabeth Barrett Browning ivy strong thinking Capacity for joy Admits temptation. Elizabeth Barrett Browning capacity temptation joy Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath. Elizabeth Barrett Browning lilies purple prophet And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white. Elizabeth Barrett Browning lilies white hands Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely-- One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly. Elizabeth Barrett Browning tired sleep baby
