Whoso loves, believes in the impossible Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes From Elizabeth Barrett Browning If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand. Elizabeth Barrett Browning feet history past XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name. Elizabeth Barrett Browning girl names song I cannot speak Elizabeth Barrett Browning tone speak No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. Elizabeth Barrett Browning funny-friendship reading best-friend With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world! Elizabeth Barrett Browning pitcher wells world Since when was genius found respectable? Elizabeth Barrett Browning respect statistics genius What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes. Elizabeth Barrett Browning wine dream love An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all. Elizabeth Barrett Browning greatness ignorance mean This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar. Elizabeth Barrett Browning gratitude grateful wine A woman's always younger than a man at equal years. Elizabeth Barrett Browning time men years I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Elizabeth Barrett Browning vision sweet years Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun. Elizabeth Barrett Browning too-much sun beauty The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul. Elizabeth Barrett Browning he-man soul men The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love. Elizabeth Barrett Browning essence love-is beauty In your patience ye are strong. Elizabeth Barrett Browning strong patience If you desire faith, then you have faith enough. Elizabeth Barrett Browning enough faith desire When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . . Elizabeth Barrett Browning events love firsts Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man. The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain-- For the reed that grows never more again As a reed with the reeds of the river. Elizabeth Barrett Browning music pain men I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach Elizabeth Barrett Browning grief air men Eve is a twofold mystery. Elizabeth Barrett Browning women mystery
