Happy Birthday, Elizabeth

“What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality.”


“Light tomorrow with today.”


“…Love me with they thinking soul,

Break it to love-sighing;

Love me with thy thoughts that roll

On through living-dying

Love me in they gorgeous airs,

When the world has crowned thee;

Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,

With the angels round thee.

Love me pure, as musers do,

Up the woodlands shady:

Love me gaily, fast and true,

As a winsome lady…

Not sure yet, which Elizabeth I’m quoting from?

How about this one?

“…How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the dept and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace…”

Ah, yes. That Elizabeth.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, born March 6th, 1806, Kelloe, Durham, England. Died June 29, 1861 (55 years) in Florence, Italy. Apparently she was a literary prodigy  She was reading novels and writing poems by age eight . She married Robert Browning in 1846 and they moved to Florence. They had one child –Robert Wiedemann Barrett Browning – or affectionately called, Pen.

From Wikipedia

From Wikipedia. Elizabeth with her son, Pen

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