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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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It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.
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Death forerunneth Love to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
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In your patience ye are strong.
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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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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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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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truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
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The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane but is not the fruit of pain.
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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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We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.
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The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'
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The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
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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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Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.
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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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Anybody is qualified, according to everybody, for giving opinions upon poetry. It is not so in chemistry and mathematics. Nor is it so, I believe, in whist and the polka. But then these are more serious things.
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God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
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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.
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