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There's nothing great Nor small, has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
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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Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.
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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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But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.
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The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing!
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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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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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The denial of contemporary genius is the rule rather than the exception. No one counts the eagles in the nest, till there is a rush of wings and lo! they are flown.
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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.
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And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
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Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.
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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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The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
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How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one But shadows ever man pursue.
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I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
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