Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in read more

Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place
And touch but tombs,--look up! Those tears will run
Soon in long rivers down the lifted face,
And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.

The devil's most devilish when respectable.

The devil's most devilish when respectable.

Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.

Wall must get the weather stain
Before they grow the ivy.

Red as a rose of Harpocrate.

Red as a rose of Harpocrate.

What is art
But life upon the larger scale, the higher,
When, graduating up in a spiral read more

What is art
But life upon the larger scale, the higher,
When, graduating up in a spiral line
Of still expanding and ascending gyres,
It pushed toward the intense significance
Of all things, hungry for the Infinite?
Art's life--and where we live, we suffer and toil.