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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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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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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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