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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.
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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I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.
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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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Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.
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Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
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My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.
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A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.
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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?
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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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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.
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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?
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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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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
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Light tomorrow with today!
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