Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Sleep, Secret, Remember

  Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning (2012). “Browning: Poems”, p.34, Everyman's Library

• The Holy Night We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem; The dumb kine from their fodder turning them, Softened their horned faces To almost human gazes Toward the newly Born: The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks Brought visionary looks, As yet in their astonied hearing rung The strange sweet angel-tongue: The magi of the East, in sandals worn, Knelt reverent, sweeping round, With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground, The incense, myrrh, and gold These baby hands were impotent to hold: So let all earthlies and celestials wait Upon thy royal state. Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Sweet, Baby, Stars

• Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely-- One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly.

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Baby, Tired, Sleep

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “Poetical Works”, p.102

• Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this-- He giveth His beloved sleep.

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Sleep, Grace, Soul

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1872). “Poetical Works”, p.68

• And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Fall, Sleep, Tears

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

• Tis aye a solemn thing to me
  To look upon a babe that sleeps--
  Wearing in its spirit-deeps
  The unrevealed mystery
  Of its Adam's taint and woe,
  Which, when they revealed lie,
  Will not let it slumber so.

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Lying, Sleep, Looks

  Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning “The Brownings' Correspondence: January 1838-December 1840, letters 602-783”

• O Earth, so full of dreary noises!
  O men, with wailing in your voices!
  O delved gold, the wader's heap!
  O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall!
  God makes a silence through you all,
  And "giveth His beloved, sleep.

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Death, Fall, Sleep

• 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

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