71 Top Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning was a renowned English poet who lived in the Victorian era. She gained a lot of recognition in tehe United States and Britain in her lifetime. Browning started writing poems at the age of six. Her thoughts, writings and poems were collected by her mother and form one of the largest collections of poems by juvenilia by an English writer. In 1838, her first adult collection of poetry was published. She wrote profusely from 1841-1844 and produced some notable works of prose, poetry and translations. He work, thoughts, writings and life revolved around abolition of slavery. She also contributed in reforming the child labour legislation with her works. Her writings, thoughts, poetry and works have inspired and influenced prominent writers. Go through the quotes and sayings by Elizabeth Barrett Browning on beauty, beautiful, silence, comfort, earth, greatness, weakness, faith, desire, rare, painful, equal, genius etc which still has a large readership.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach You're something between a dream and a miracle. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes. No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and pluck blackberries. You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you in the idea of you my whole life long. Love me sweet
With all thou art
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the Lightest part,
Love me in full Being. Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully. Who so loves believes the impossible. Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe. My sun sets to rise again. The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play. God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame. Light tomorrow with today. With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. All actual heroes are essential men,
And all men possible heroes. Parting is all we know of heaven
And all we need of hell And if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death. What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement. What I do, and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes. My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument. 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. 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. And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindicating grace,
To live on still in love, and yet in vain Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? Will that light come again,
As now these tears come...falling hot and real! Yes, I answered you last night;
No, this morning, sir, I say:
Colors seen by candle-light
Will not look the same by day. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything. She lived, we'll say,
A harmless life, she called a
A quiet life, which was not life at all
(But that she had not lived enough to know) Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work. The world of books is still the world. If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only. Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God. Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I'm with you kid. Let's go. ...But the child's sob in silence curses deeper / Than the strong man in his wrath. I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed of it. Our Euripides the human,
With his droppings of warm tears,
and his touchings of things common
Till they rose to meet the spheres. 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 The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me... I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused. But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity. Thou comest! all is said without a word. I shall but love thee bitter after death And trade is art, and art's philosophy,
In Paris. The wisest word man reaches is the humblest he can speak. God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. A harmless life, she called a virtuous life,
A quiet life, which was not life at all . . . Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me...-toll
The silver iterance! I take her as God made her, and as men Must fail to unmake her, for my honoured wife. And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak,
Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that ties
My hair...now could I but unloose my soul!
We are sepulchred alive in this close world,
And want more room. Love doesn't make the world go round, Love is what makes the ride worthwhile! The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,
-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)
Is by thee only, whom I love alone. I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree...
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better! The face of all the world is changed, I think
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul. True knowledge comes only through suffering Never say No when the world says Aye The heart doth recognise thee,
Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,
Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,—-
Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.
Yes," I answered you last night;
"No," this morning, sir, I say.
Colours seen by candlelight
Will not look the same by day.
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm.
A cheerful genius suits the times, / And all true poets laugh unquenchably / Like Shakespeare and the gods.
The great chasm between the thing I say, & the thing I would say, wd be quite dispiriting to me, in spite even of such kindnesses as yours, if the desire did not master the despondency.
Did you think of that? Who burns his viol will not dance, I know. To cymbals, Romney. Italy/Is one thing, England one.