The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAnd each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningBooks, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my fatherโs name; Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morningโs dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning