When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . . Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes From Elizabeth Barrett Browning Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west. Elizabeth Barrett Browning east littles bird There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand. Elizabeth Barrett Browning secret sleep remember You may write twenty lines one day--or even three like Euripides in three days--and a hundred lines in one more day--and yet on the hundred, may have been expended as much good work, as on the twenty and the three. Elizabeth Barrett Browning one-day twenties writing Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,-- And the drops will slacken so; Weep, weep--and the watch thou keepest, With a quicker count will go. Think,--the shadow on the dial For the nature most undone, Marks the passing of the trial, Proves the presence of the sun. Elizabeth Barrett Browning shadow watches thinking Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life! Elizabeth Barrett Browning pleasure squares cities Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Elizabeth Barrett Browning And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep. Elizabeth Barrett Browning tears sleep fall True knowledge comes only through suffering. Elizabeth Barrett Browning true-knowledge adversity suffering O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted Elizabeth Barrett Browning cheerful singing heart A great acacia, with its slender trunk Elizabeth Barrett Browning dew green might Utterance is the evidence of foregone study. Elizabeth Barrett Browning evidence utterance study I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came. Elizabeth Barrett Browning solitude tears heart 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 wall talking years God only, who made us rich, can make us poor. Elizabeth Barrett Browning lilies rich poor The denial of contemporary genius is the rule rather than the exception. No one counts the eagles in the nest, till there is a rush of wings; and lo! they are flown. Elizabeth Barrett Browning eagles genius wings Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones. Elizabeth Barrett Browning writing men book I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put them away tenderly because I had been happy near them, and take them out by turns when I was going from home, to cheer them by the change of air and the pleasure of the new place. This, not for the sake of the verses written in them, and not for the sake of writing more verses in them, but from pure gratitude. Elizabeth Barrett Browning gratitude cheer children The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing! Elizabeth Barrett Browning gratitude Whatever's lost, it first was won. Elizabeth Barrett Browning lost firsts The great chasm between the thing I say, and the thing I would say, would be quite dispiriting to me, in spite even of such kindnesses as yours, if the desire did not master the despondency. Elizabeth Barrett Browning would-be kindness desire
