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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
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Mrs. Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
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The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.
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Love that endures, from life that disappears!
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When God helps all the workers for His world, The singers shall have help of Him, not last.
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Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.
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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.
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First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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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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That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
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O brave poets, keep back nothing Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.
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And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.
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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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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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In your patience ye are strong.
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Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll- Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me-toll The silver iterance!-only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence, with thy soul.
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Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.
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