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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
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Or from Browning some Pomegranate, which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
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The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
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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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Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
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No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
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I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, Write!
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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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A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
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Get work, get work Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
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We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.
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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
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Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
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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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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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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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It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.
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The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.
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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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