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We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Age: 55 †
Born: 1806
Born: March 6
Died: 1861
Died: June 30
Essayist
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Durham
England
Mrs. Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
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And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
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Light tomorrow with today!
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My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
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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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Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.
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Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.
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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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World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane but is not the fruit of pain.
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O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge.
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A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.
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If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
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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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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
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The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.
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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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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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God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
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truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
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