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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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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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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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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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
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We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.
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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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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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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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Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto. Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
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And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain
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If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?
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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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Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.
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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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But I love you, sir: And when a woman says she loves a man, The man must hear her, though he love her not.
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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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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
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