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Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
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
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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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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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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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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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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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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A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
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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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Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
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He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
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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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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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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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O brave poets, keep back nothing Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.
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And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
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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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Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
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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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Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.
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