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The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Age: 55 †
Born: 1806
Born: March 6
Died: 1861
Died: June 30
Essayist
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Durham
England
Mrs. Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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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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Whatever's lost, it first was won.
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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry Amen to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
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Of writing many books there is no end.
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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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I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, Write!
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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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An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.
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You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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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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I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?
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Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
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There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
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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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She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.
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