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 He said true things, but called them by wrong names. Elizabeth Barrett Browning Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done. Elizabeth Barrett Browning The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight, producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, to put on when you're weary -- or a stool. To stumble over and vex you... curse that stool! Or else at best, a cushion, where you lean and sleep, and dream of something we are not, but would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this... that, after all, we are paid the worth of our work, perhaps. Elizabeth Barrett Browning Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning god love life death At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction. Elizabeth Barrett Browning painful reading enough impossible A woman is always younger than a man at equal years. Elizabeth Barrett Browning woman man always equal
