To George Sand: A Desire
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance And answers roar for roar, as spirits can: I would some mild miraculous thunder ran Above the applauded circus, in appliance Of thine own nobler nature's strength and science, Drawing two pinions, white as wings of swan, From thy strong shoulders, to amaze the place With holier light ! that thou to woman's claim And man's, mightst join beside the angel's grace Of a pure genius sanctified from blame Till child and maiden pressed to thine embrace To kiss upon thy lips a stainless fame.
Next 10 Poems
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : To George Sand: A Recognition
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : Two Sayings, The
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : Weakest Thing, The
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : Work
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : Work And Contemplation
- Robert Browning : A Grammarian's Funeral
- Robert Browning : A Light Woman
- Robert Browning : A Lovers' Quarrel
- Robert Browning : A Pretty Woman
- Robert Browning : A Serenade At The Villa
Previous 10 Poems
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : To Flush, My Dog
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : To
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : The Weakest Thing
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : The Two Sayings
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : The Soul's Expression
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : The Seraph And The Poet
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : The Seraph And Poet
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : The Prisoner
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning : The Poet And The Bird