I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The flower-girl’s prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning