“Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.”
Emily Dickinson book The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Love, p. 167
Collected Poems (1993)
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Evolution (1895; 1909)
Context: Thus life by life and love by love
We passed through the cycles strange,
And breath by breath and death by death
We followed the chain of change.
Till there came a time in the law of life
When o’er the nursing sod,
The shadows broke and soul awoke
In a strange, dim dream of God.
“Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.”
Emily Dickinson book The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Love, p. 167
Collected Poems (1993)
Source: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Adelaide Anne Procter (1825–1864) English poet and songwriter
"The Triumph of Time".
Legends and Lyrics: A Book of Verses (1858)
These lines just before the final four do not appear in most published versions, but were included in the version published in The Book of Poetry (1927) edited by Edwin Markham. It is not known whether they existed in the second newspaper publication, of which no copies are known to survive, or derived from manuscript variants.
Evolution (1895; 1909)
“We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.”
Anne Rice book The Vampire Lestat
Source: The Vampire Lestat
Elizabeth Barrett Browning book Sonnets from the Portuguese
No. LXIII
Sonnets from the Portuguese (1850)
Context: 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.
“Vanquished in life, his death
By beauty made amends:
The passing of his breath
Won his defeated ends.”
Lionel Johnson (1867–1902) English poet
By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross (1895)