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Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.
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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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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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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Who so loves believes the impossible.
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If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?
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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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Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.
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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 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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It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.
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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?
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Men of science, osteologists And surgeons, beat some poets, in respect For nature,-count nought common or unclean, Spend raptures upon perfect specimens Of indurated veins, distorted joints, Or beautiful new cases of curved spine While we, we are shocked at nature's falling off, We dare to shrink back from her warts and blains.
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Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.
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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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