When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . . — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But the child’s sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The world’s male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to — Elizabeth Barrett Browning