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We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.
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
England
Mrs. Browning
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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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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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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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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Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.
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Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.
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I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, Write!
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And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain
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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
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Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
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Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
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A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.
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Get work, get work Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
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An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.
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May the good God pardon all good men.
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I cannot speak In happy tones the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad.
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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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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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