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May the good God pardon all good men.
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
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.
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First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
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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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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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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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Love that endures, from life that disappears!
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truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
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World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane but is not the fruit of pain.
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Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
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The plague of gold strikes far and near.
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Get work, get work Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
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O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge.
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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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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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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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