- How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
- I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
- My soul can reach.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Sonnets from the Portuguese
- 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 't.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Aurora Leigh
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Sonnets
The Devil's most devilish when respectable.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Aurora Leigh
- "Yes," I answered you last night;
- "No," this morning, sir, I say.
- Colours seen by candle-light
- Will not look the same by day.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, The Lady's Yes
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Sonnets from the Portuguese
- 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 it and pluck blackberries,
- And daub their natural faces unaware.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Aurora Leigh
- Knowledge by suffering entereth;
- And Life is perfected by Death.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, A Vision of Poets
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