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The plague of gold strikes far and near.
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
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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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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Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
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Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.
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Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
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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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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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Death forerunneth Love to win Sweetest eyes were ever seen.
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I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.
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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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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
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I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, Write!
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Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.
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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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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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We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.
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My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
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What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all.
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O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief--holy herein, That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
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Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!
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