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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
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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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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My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.
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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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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.
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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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A grave, on which to rest from singing?
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Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.
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Who so loves believes the impossible.
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
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A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.
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Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.
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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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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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When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .
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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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