Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Said a people to a poet -” Go out from among us straightway! While we are thinking earthly things, thou […]

I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air […]

I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God’s. Had we no hope Indeed beyond […]

TRUE genius, but true woman! dost deny The woman’s nature with a manly scorn And break away the gauds and […]

MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven’s. Be fully done Supernal Will! I would […]

WE overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination (given us to bring down The choirs of singing angels overshone […]

XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to […]

THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well That […]

Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, […]

SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low Lest I should fear […]

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening […]

But only three in all God’s universe Have heard this word thou hast said,-Himself, beside Thee speaking, and me listening! […]

A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart, And drew around it other thoughts like bees For multitude and […]

Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from […]

I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn […]

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, […]

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From […]

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young […]

“Yes,” I answered you last night; “No,” this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the […]

WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and […]