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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Age: 55 †
Born: 1806
Born: March 6
Died: 1861
Died: June 30
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I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.
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He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
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Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving Unless you can die when the dream is past Oh, never call it loving!
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Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
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No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
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Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
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Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.
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Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.
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A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
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Since when was genius found respectable?
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Men of science, osteologists And surgeons, beat some poets, in respect For nature,-count nought common or unclean, Spend raptures upon perfect specimens Of indurated veins, distorted joints, Or beautiful new cases of curved spine While we, we are shocked at nature's falling off, We dare to shrink back from her warts and blains.
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Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll- Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me-toll The silver iterance!-only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence, with thy soul.
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Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
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Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
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Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
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Of writing many books there is no end.
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There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!
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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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But I love you, sir: And when a woman says she loves a man, The man must hear her, though he love her not.
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