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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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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Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.
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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach
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XI I sang his name instead of song Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.
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A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.
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A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
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Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
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May the good God pardon all good men.
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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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The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing!
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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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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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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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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
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O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief--holy herein, That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
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Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this-- He giveth His beloved sleep.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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