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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
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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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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The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.
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Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings.
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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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How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one But shadows ever man pursue.
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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 woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
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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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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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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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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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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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Since when was genius found respectable?
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Death forerunneth Love to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
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It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
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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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There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The essence of all beauty, I call love.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
