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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
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Durham
England
Mrs. Browning
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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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Nor myrtle--which means chiefly love: and love Is something awful which one dare not touch So early o' mornings.
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A grave, on which to rest from singing?
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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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The denial of contemporary genius is the rule rather than the exception. No one counts the eagles in the nest, till there is a rush of wings and lo! they are flown.
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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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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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And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.
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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
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Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll- Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me-toll The silver iterance!-only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence, with thy soul.
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If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.
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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
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Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.
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Anybody is qualified, according to everybody, for giving opinions upon poetry. It is not so in chemistry and mathematics. Nor is it so, I believe, in whist and the polka. But then these are more serious things.
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The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
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For me, my heart, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose, Who giveth His Beloved, sleep.
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How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one But shadows ever man pursue.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing!
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