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Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.
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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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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If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.
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Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.
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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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May the good God pardon all good men.
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The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
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Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
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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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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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You believe In God, for your part?--that He who makes Can make good things from ill things, best from worst, As men plant tulips upon dunghills when They wish them finest.
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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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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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Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
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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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What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?
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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
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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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My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
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