Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes on Suffering
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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
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Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.
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Hush, call no echo up in further proof Of desolation! there's a voice within That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof.
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That he, in his developed manhood, stood A little sunburnt by the glare of life; While I . . it seemed no sun had shone on me.
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Take from my head the thorn-wreath brown! No mortal grief deserves that crown. O supreme Love, chief misery, The sharp regalia are for Thee Whose days eternally go on!' For us, - whatever's undergone, Thou knowest, willest what is done, Grief may be joy misunderstood; Only the Good discerns the good. I trust Thee while my days go on.
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I praise Thee while my days go on; I love Thee while my days go on: Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost, With emptied arms and treasure lost, I thank Thee while my days go on. And having in thy life-depth thrown Being and suffering (which are one), As a child drops his pebble small Down some deep well, and hears it fall Smiling - so I. THY DAYS GO ON.