Quote #10
There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!
More from Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world …
- And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
- What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs …
- And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.
- Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heave…
- Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.
- 'Yes,' I answered you last night; 'No,' this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the same by day.
- 'Guess now who holds thee?'-'Death,' I said. But there The silver answer rang-'Not Death, but Love.'