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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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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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There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!
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Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.
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Death forerunneth Love to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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Love that endures, from life that disappears!
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Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.
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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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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.
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A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.
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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair And they heard the words it said,- Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.
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Books succeed and lives fail.
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You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
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Men of science, osteologists And surgeons, beat some poets, in respect For nature,-count nought common or unclean, Spend raptures upon perfect specimens Of indurated veins, distorted joints, Or beautiful new cases of curved spine While we, we are shocked at nature's falling off, We dare to shrink back from her warts and blains.
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Since when was genius found respectable?
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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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