The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningYou were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWe overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningGirls 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?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning