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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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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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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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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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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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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
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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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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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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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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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What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all.
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There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
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Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.
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