He’s just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He’d wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination… down our earth to rake… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The denial of contemporary genius is the rule rather than the exception. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A great acacia, with its slender trunk And overpoise of multitudinous leaves. ( — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning