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The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight,
Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir,
To put on when you


Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Earth's crammed with Heaven. And every common bush afire with God. But only he who sees, takes off h...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it re...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, by reiteration chiefly
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Into our deep, dear silence.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING And lips say ''God be pitiful,'' who never said, ''God be praised.''
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING My sun sets to raise again.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING How do I love thee? Let me count the ways./ I love thee to the depth and breadth and height / My sou...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING O earth, so full of dreary noises! / O men, with wailing in your voices! / O delvèd gold, the waile...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING All actual heroes are essential men, / And all men possible heroes...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING I worked with patience which means almost power.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING In this bad, twisted, topsy-turvy world, Where all the heaviest wrongs get uppermost.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul c...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING "There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Light tomorrow with today.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- T...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy na...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunke...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Let no one till his death Be called unhappy. Measure not the work Until the day's out and the...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING By the way, The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight,...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING There's not a crime But takes its proper change out still in crime If once rung on the counter...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Yet here's eglantine, Here's ivy!--take them as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, Held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout?
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Did you think of that? Who burns his viol will not dance, I know. To cymbals, Romney.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Italy/Is one thing, England one.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Good aims not always make good books.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING We get no good by being ungenerous, even to a book, and calculating profits...so much help by so muc...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A cheerful genius suits the times, / And all true poets laugh unquenchably / Like Shakespeare and th...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING I take her as God made her, and as men Must fail to unmake her, for my honoured wife.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The world of books is still the world.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING She lived, we'll say,
A harmless life, she called a
virtuous life,
A quiet life, whi...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OF writing many books there is no end;
And I who have written much in prose and verse
For ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Witch, scholar, poet, dreamer, and the rest...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my f...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of p...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The devil's most devilish when respectable
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Life treads on life, and heart on heart: We press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or g...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you in the idea of you my whole life lon...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING O Life,
How oft we throw it off and think, — 'Enough,
Enough of life in so much! — her...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING