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The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, Is carried away in a gust of wind.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Age: 55 †
Born: 1806
Born: March 6
Died: 1861
Died: June 30
Essayist
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Durham
England
Mrs. Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
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Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
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A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.
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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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For me, my heart, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose, Who giveth His Beloved, sleep.
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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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truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
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A grave, on which to rest from singing?
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The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
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Or from Browning some Pomegranate, which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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The plague of gold strikes far and near.
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Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings.
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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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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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In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
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