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Whatever's lost, it first was won.
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
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
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You're something between a dream and a miracle.
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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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May the good God pardon all good men.
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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
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truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
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There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!
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You believe In God, for your part?--that He who makes Can make good things from ill things, best from worst, As men plant tulips upon dunghills when They wish them finest.
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A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.
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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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Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely-- One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly.
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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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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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And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
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If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
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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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What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all.
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The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing!
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