Elizabeth Barrett Browning quotes - page 6

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. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
Parting is all we know of heaven And all we need of hell.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
To hold together what he was and is.
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Witch, scholar, poet, dreamer, and the rest...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He said true things, but called them by wrong names.
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Life treads on life, and heart on heart We press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or grave apart.
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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
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.
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Alas, I have grieved sol am hard to love.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
O earth, so full of dreary noises O men, with wailing in your voices O delvd gold, the wailers heap O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall God strikes a silence through you all, And giveth his beloved, sleep.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
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What monster have we here A great Deed at this hour of day A great just deed -- and not for pay Absurd -- or insincere.
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Experience, like a pale musician, holds; A dulcimer of patience in his hand.
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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.
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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
Man, the two-fold creature, apprehends The two-fold manner, in and outwardly, And nothing in the world comes single to him. A mere itself, - cup, column, or candlestick, All patterns of what shall be in the Mount; The whole temporal show related royally, And build up to eterne significance Through the open arms of God.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Whatever's lost, it first was won; We will not struggle nor impugn. Perhaps the cup was broken here, That Heaven's new wine might show more clear. I praise Thee while my days go on.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning