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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
Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
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As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.
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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
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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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Too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
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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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We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.
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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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In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
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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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The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
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The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
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Who so loves believes the impossible.
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Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
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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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Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
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