Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard the words it said, "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!"
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But since he had The genuis to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad. I cannot feel That all is well, when dark'ning clouds conceal The shining sun; But then I know God lives and loves; and say, since it is so, "Thy will be done."
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And I said in underbreath All our life is mixed with death, And who knoweth which is best? And I smiled to think God's greatness Flowed around our incompleteness, Round our restlessness, His rest.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet, From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I should fear, and fall, and miss Thee so, Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world clean as gold; The olives crystallized the vales' Broad slopes until the hills grew strong: The fireflies and the nightingales Throbbed each to either, flame and song. The nightingales, the nightingales.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat With the dragon-fly on the river.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving; Unless you can die when the dream is past Oh, never call it loving!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the same by day.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Therefore to this dog will I, Tenderly not scornfully, Render praise and favor: With my hand upon his head, Is my benediction said Therefore and for ever.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers And that cannot stop their tears.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
