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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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Since when was genius found respectable?
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Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving Unless you can die when the dream is past Oh, never call it loving!
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You're something between a dream and a miracle.
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How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one But shadows ever man pursue.
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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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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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Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry Amen to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
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I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
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Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
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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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Get work, get work Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
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She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.
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It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.
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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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And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
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Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.
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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.
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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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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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