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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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Mrs. Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.
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Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.
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I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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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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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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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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If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
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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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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
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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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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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Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
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Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.
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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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And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
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