Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningA great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWill that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAt painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.
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