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Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
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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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
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My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
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Death forerunneth Love to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?
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Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.
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There's nothing great Nor small, has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
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And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair And they heard the words it said,- Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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