There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand. Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes From Elizabeth Barrett Browning Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together! Elizabeth Barrett Browning foolishnesscriticismtogether Many a crown Elizabeth Barrett Browning foreheadsroyaltycrowns 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 thronesgoldensoul I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm. Elizabeth Barrett Browning rhythmcaughttaught 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 despairroomschrist O Death, O Beyond, Elizabeth Barrett Browning futuresweetart The plague of gold strikes far and near. Elizabeth Barrett Browning plaguestrikesgold Mountain gorses, do ye teach us Elizabeth Barrett Browning mountainspeakmen God keeps a niche Elizabeth Barrett Browning kissingdustlight The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental. Elizabeth Barrett Browning geniusmightmemories Tis aye a solemn thing to me Elizabeth Barrett Browning sleeplyinglooks Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Elizabeth Barrett Browning morninglove-ismean I work with patience, which is almost power. Elizabeth Barrett Browning patience O Earth, so full of dreary noises! Elizabeth Barrett Browning sleepdeathfall Yet how proud we are, Elizabeth Barrett Browning daringproudlooks Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry. Elizabeth Barrett Browning joyouseyesorry A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad. Elizabeth Barrett Browning pitymadsometimes Through heaven and earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning wallangelmoving For me, my heart, that erst did go Elizabeth Barrett Browning tiredheartchildren The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation. Elizabeth Barrett Browning careambitionheart
