Quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Thou comest! all is said without a word." — Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Sonnet XXXI
"What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and …" from A Musical Instrument
"I only thought Of lying quiet there where I was thrown Like sea-weed on the rocks, and suffer her To prick me to a patt…" from First Book
"The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I drea…" from Sonnet VI
"The beautiful seems right By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong Because of weakness." from First Book