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Of writing many books there is no end.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Age: 55 †
Born: 1806
Born: March 6
Died: 1861
Died: June 30
Essayist
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Durham
England
Mrs. Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
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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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Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.
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Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!
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Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.
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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
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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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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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Death forerunneth Love to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
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A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
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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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Light tomorrow with today!
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Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.
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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.
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Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
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May the good God pardon all good men.
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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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A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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