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Death forerunneth Love to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
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
England
Mrs. Browning
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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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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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.
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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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Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
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If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.
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Get work, get work Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
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I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, Write!
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Of writing many books there is no end.
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Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
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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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Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.
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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?
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Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.
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Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.
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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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