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 I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use Elizabeth Barrett Browning passion use men Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove. Elizabeth Barrett Browning dove heart wings There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time! Elizabeth Barrett Browning laughter eye time A grave, on which to rest from singing? Elizabeth Barrett Browning graves singing Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity. Elizabeth Barrett Browning cutting heart blood We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disemboweled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men! Elizabeth Barrett Browning kings christian men It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think - and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced. Elizabeth Barrett Browning photography love lying Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life. Elizabeth Barrett Browning tennis zero love He lives most life whoever breathes most air. Elizabeth Barrett Browning air life reality Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence. Elizabeth Barrett Browning angel song thinking Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain. Elizabeth Barrett Browning age brain children 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 lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I. Elizabeth Barrett Browning doubt heart thinking And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.” Elizabeth Barrett Browning lips god said For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. Elizabeth Barrett Browning thee should life But I love you, sir: Elizabeth Barrett Browning love-you men life The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the painted scene, Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, And take for a worthier stage the soul itself, Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds. Elizabeth Barrett Browning silence light drama No man can be called friendless when he has God and the companionship of good books. Elizabeth Barrett Browning A woman's always younger than a man of equal years. Elizabeth Barrett Browning Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true Elizabeth Barrett Browning God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers and thrust the thing we have prayed for in our face, like a gauntlet with a gift in it. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
