Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But love me for love’s sake, that evermore Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Nor myrtle–which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Men of science, osteologists And surgeons, beat some poets, in respect For — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Mountain gorses, do ye teach us . . . . That the wisest word man reaches — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Anybody is qualified, according to everybody, for giving opinions upon poetry. It — Elizabeth Barrett Browning