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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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The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
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A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.
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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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First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
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I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.
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For me, my heart, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose, Who giveth His Beloved, sleep.
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A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.
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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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You believe In God, for your part?--that He who makes Can make good things from ill things, best from worst, As men plant tulips upon dunghills when They wish them finest.
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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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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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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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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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He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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Get work, get work Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
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The plague of gold strikes far and near.
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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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truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
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