Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes about Children

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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.

Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Children, Brain, Age

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1872). “Poetical Works”, p.276

A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Strong, Children, Kissing

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “The Poetical Works of”, p.71

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Brother, Children, Childhood

'The Cry of the Children' (1844) st. 1

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Strong, Children, Men

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “The Cry Of The Children”

I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put them away tenderly because I had been happy near them, and take them out by turns when I was going from home, to cheer them by the change of air and the pleasure of the new place. This, not for the sake of the verses written in them, and not for the sake of writing more verses in them, but from pure gratitude.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Gratitude, Cheer, Children

Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning (2009). “The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning: 1845-1846”, p.54, The Floating Press

For me, my heart, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose, Who giveth His Beloved, sleep.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Children, Tired, Heart

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1882). “'He Giveth His Beloved Sleep'”, p.1, Library of Alexandria