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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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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.
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I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
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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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A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.
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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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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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Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.
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Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.
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Love that endures, from life that disappears!
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That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
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What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all.
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The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.
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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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World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane but is not the fruit of pain.
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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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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.
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I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.
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