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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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A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.
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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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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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Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!
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The denial of contemporary genius is the rule rather than the exception. No one counts the eagles in the nest, till there is a rush of wings and lo! they are flown.
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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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Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.
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Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.
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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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World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane but is not the fruit of pain.
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Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.
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God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
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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 Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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Death forerunneth Love to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
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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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He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
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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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Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
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