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Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto. Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
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I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
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Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.
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The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
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My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
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An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.
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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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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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In your patience ye are strong.
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Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.
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The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'
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Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.
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Love that endures, from life that disappears!
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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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Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
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The plague of gold strikes far and near.
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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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