With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature. Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning More Quotes From Elizabeth Barrett Browning Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this-- He giveth His beloved sleep. Elizabeth Barrett Browning soul grace sleep God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it. Elizabeth Barrett Browning religious faith god I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life. Elizabeth Barrett Browning everyday light needs The Holy Night We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem; The dumb kine from their fodder turning them, Softened their horned faces To almost human gazes Toward the newly Born: The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks Brought visionary looks, As yet in their astonied hearing rung The strange sweet angel-tongue: The magi of the East, in sandals worn, Knelt reverent, sweeping round, With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground, The incense, myrrh, and gold These baby hands were impotent to hold: So let all earthlies and celestials wait Upon thy royal state. Sleep, sleep, my kingly One! Elizabeth Barrett Browning stars sweet baby She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows. Elizabeth Barrett Browning egypt mystery pyramids But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. Elizabeth Barrett Browning breaths fairs men And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men. Elizabeth Barrett Browning fire heart men God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song. Elizabeth Barrett Browning real faith song And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine. Elizabeth Barrett Browning chaucer divinity divine Eyes of gentianellas azure, Elizabeth Barrett Browning azure eye sky So mothers have God's license to be missed. Elizabeth Barrett Browning license motherhood mother Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear. Elizabeth Barrett Browning speak men book The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near. Elizabeth Barrett Browning dew flower may But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath! Elizabeth Barrett Browning strong men children The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust. Elizabeth Barrett Browning dust memories boys My sun sets to raise again. Elizabeth Barrett Browning sun-set raises sun First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white. Elizabeth Barrett Browning romantic-love kissing writing My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument. Elizabeth Barrett Browning monument standing long Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books! Elizabeth Barrett Browning morning father book He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean. Elizabeth Barrett Browning cousin hands blood
