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 There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud. Elizabeth Barrett Browning blue clouds heaven And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? - I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirits so far off From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, - Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief. Elizabeth Barrett Browning fashion grief heart truth outlives pain, as the soul does life. Elizabeth Barrett Browning pain soul truth And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning desire-love headstone gravestone 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 apples garden eden His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears. Elizabeth Barrett Browning tears animal firsts If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only. Elizabeth Barrett Browning wedding-poetry sake love Who so loves believes the impossible. Elizabeth Barrett Browning faith love believe I love thee with the passion put to use Elizabeth Barrett Browning famous-love passion grief Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Elizabeth Barrett Browning color eye looks How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital. Elizabeth Barrett Browning simple earth comfort 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. Elizabeth Barrett Browning tired heart sweet Never say No when the world says Aye. Elizabeth Barrett Browning conformity world Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself. Elizabeth Barrett Browning faculty possibility cheerful Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy. Elizabeth Barrett Browning wall ivy weather O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty. Elizabeth Barrett Browning soul brave song A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman's function plainly is... to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed! Elizabeth Barrett Browning women mean art I would not be a rose upon the wall Elizabeth Barrett Browning wall queens life Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? Elizabeth Barrett Browning girl fire sorry The man, most man, Elizabeth Barrett Browning and-love soul men
