Frases de Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Data de nascimento: 6. Março 1806
Data de falecimento: 29. Junho 1861
Outros nomes:ಎಲಿಜಬೆತ್ ಬ್ಯಾರೆಟ್ ಬ್ರೌನಿಂಗ್,Elizabeth Barret Browningová
Elizabeth Barrett Browning foi uma poetisa inglesa da época vitoriana.
Autora de Sonetos da Portuguesa, reunião de poemas românticos — sua própria história de amor com o marido, o também poeta Robert Browning. Um destes poemas é considerado o mais belo escrito por uma mulher em língua inglesa:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Citações Elizabeth Barrett Browning
„Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;
They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,
And flare up bodily, wings and all. What then?
Who's sorry for a gnat... or a girl?“
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Little Book Of Love Poems
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese
Context: If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say "I love her for her smile —her look —her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day" - For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,— A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity. No. XIV
„Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.“
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barret Barrett 1845-1846 Vol I