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I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, Write!
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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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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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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Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.
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I would not be a rose upon the wall A queen might stop at, near the palace-door, To say to a courtier, Pluck that rose for me, It's prettier than the rest. O Romney Leigh! I'd rather far be trodden by his foot, Than lie in a great queen's bosom.
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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 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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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
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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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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
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We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.
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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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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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There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
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I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.
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Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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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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Since when was genius found respectable?
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The plague of gold strikes far and near.
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