Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes

Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God.

The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.

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.

I love thee with the love I seemed to lose With my lost Saints,—I love thee with the breath Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!— I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.

First time he kissed me, but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write, And ever since it grew more clean and white…