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You're something between a dream and a miracle.
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
England
Mrs. Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?
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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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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?
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She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.
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Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.
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Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry Amen to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
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Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
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And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.
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Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.
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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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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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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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The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.
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But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.
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