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The essence of all beauty, I call love.
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
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
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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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I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
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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.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
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Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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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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Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.
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OF writing many books there is no end And I who have written much in prose and verse For others' uses, will write now for mine,- Will write my story for my better self, As when you paint your portrait for a friend, Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it Long after he has ceased to love you, just To hold together what he was and is.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. For gift or grace, surpassing this-- He giveth His beloved sleep.
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Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving Unless you can die when the dream is past Oh, never call it loving!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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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