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No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
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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Durham
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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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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
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There's nothing great Nor small, has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, Write!
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A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
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Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.
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Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto. Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
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As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.
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O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat, Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
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It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.
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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
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Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.
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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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Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this-- He giveth His beloved sleep.
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