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The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
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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Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.
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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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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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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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Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.
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Or from Browning some Pomegranate, which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
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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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Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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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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Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
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As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.
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A grave, on which to rest from singing?
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Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.
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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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Get work, get work Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
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Love that endures, from life that disappears!
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