Elizabeth Barrett Browning was one of the most prominent English poets of the Victorian era, popular in Britain and the United States during her lifetime. Born in County Durham, Elizabeth Barrett wrote poetry from about the age of six. Elizabeth’s volume Poems brought her great success, attracting the admiration of the writer Robert Browning. Elizabeth’s work had a major influence on prominent writers of the day. She is remembered for such poems as “How Do I Love Thee?” (Sonnet 43, 1845) and Aurora Leigh (1856).
Light Tomorrow With Today!
World's Use Is Cold, World's Love Is Vain, World's Cruelty Is Bitter Bane; But Is Not The Fruit Of Pain.
Earth's Crammed With Heaven, And Every Common Bush Afire With God: But Only He Who Sees Takes Off His Shoes.
God Answers Sharp And Sudden On Some Prayers, And Thrusts The Thing We Have Prayed For In Our Face, A Gauntlet With A Gift In It.
Girls Blush, Sometimes, Because They Are Alive, Half Wishing They Were Dead To Save The Shame. The Sudden Blush Devours Them, Neck And Brow; They Have Drawn Too Near The Fire Of Life, Like Gnats, And Flare Up Bodily, Wings And All. What Then? Who's Sorry For A Gnat Or Girl?
Girls Blush, Sometimes, Because They Are Alive, Half Wishing They Were Dead To Save The Shame. The Sudden Blush Devours Them, Neck And Brow; They Have Drawn Too Near The Fire Of Life, Like Gnats, And Flare Up Bodily, Wings And All. What Then? Who's Sorry For A Gnat Or Girl?
I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.
At Painful Times, When Composition Is Impossible And Reading Is Not Enough, Grammars And Dictionaries Are Excellent For Distraction.
What I Do And What I Dream Include Thee, As The Wine Must Taste Of Its Own Grapes.
Suddenly, As Rare Things Will, It Vanished.
He Said True Things, But Called Them By Wrong Names.
You Were Made Perfectly To Be Loved - And Surely I Have Loved You, In The Idea Of You, My Whole Life Long.
The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.
If You Desire Faith, Then You Have Faith Enough.
A Woman Is Always Younger Than A Man At Equal Years.
What Is Genius But The Power Of Expressing A New Individuality?
For Tis Not In Mere Death That Men Die Most.
First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed The Fingers Of This Hand Wherewith I Write; And, Ever Since, It Grew More Clean And White.
The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'Let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'Let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'
Since When Was Genius Found Respectable?
An Ignorance Of Means May Minister To Greatness, But An Ignorance Of Aims Make It Impossible To Be Great At All.
Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.
He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most Air.
If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.
How Many Desolate Creatures On The Earth Have Learnt The Simple Dues Of Fellowship And Social Comfort, In A Hospital.
God's Gifts Put Man's Best Dreams To Shame.
And Each Man Stands With His Face In The Light. Of His Own Drawn Sword, Ready To Do What A Hero Can.
But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!
Smiles, Tears, Of All My Life! - And, If God Choose, I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.