My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWhen the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he yoked like horses draw like griffins.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningThe little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningGod answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning