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And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? - I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? - I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirits so far off From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, - Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Fashion, Grief, Heart

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (2009). “Sonnets from the Portuguese”, p.18, The Floating Press

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sweet, Tired, Heart

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Illustrated)”, p.1259, Delphi Classics

O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, Singing, Cheerful

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “Poetical Works”, p.84

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, May, Loathe

We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, Warm

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1872). “Aurora Leigh by Elizabeth Barret Browning”, p.93

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, Wings, Dove

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “Poetical Works”, p.149

The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, Ambition, Care

Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Philip Kelley, Ronald Hudson (1987). “The Brownings' correspondence”

Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, Cutting, Blood

'Lady Geraldine's Courtship' (1844 st. 41

Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Dream, Heart, Destiny

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “Poetical Works”, p.230

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, Men, Fire

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (2009). “Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Selected Poems”, p.146, Broadview Press

I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, Solitude, Tears

In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Heart, Thinking, Doubt

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