Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware."

"Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet, From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I should fear, and fall, and miss Thee so, Who art not missed by any that entreat."

"And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirits melancholy And eternitys despair; And they heard the words it said,— "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!"

"She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypts pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows."

"Guess now who holds thee?"—"Death," I said. But there The silver answer rang—"Not Death, but Love."

"Good critics, who have stamped out poets hope, Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state, Good patriots, who for a theory risked a cause."