And tulips, children love to stretch Their fingers down, to feel in each Its beauty's secret nearer.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Flower in a Letter.
My sun sets to rise again.Elizabeth Browning
You believe In God, for your part? ay? that He who makes, Can make good things from ill things, best from worst, As men plant tulips upon dunghills when They wish them finest.Elizabeth Browning
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.Elizabeth Browning
Knowledge by suffering entereth, And Life is perfected by Death.Elizabeth Browning
Get leave to work In this world, 'tis the best you get at all.Elizabeth Browning