The year’s at the spring and day’s at the morn; morning’s at seven; the hillside’s dew-pearled — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Women know the way to rear up children (to be just) they know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes — 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
God 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