Elizabeth Barrett Browning quote: "I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out."

Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I sho...
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World's use is cold, world's love is vain, World's cruelty is bitter bane; But pain is not the...
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A worthless woman! mere cold clay As all false things are! but so fair, She takes the breath...
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He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
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You're something between a dream and a miracle.
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Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.
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No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
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God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers and thrust the thing we have prayed for in our face, li...
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It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness inv...
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The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, Let no one be called happy till his death; to which ...
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My ...
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Who so loves believes the impossible.
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Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who d...
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The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
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The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervan...
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But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
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A woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
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What is art but life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of stil...
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For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
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If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
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The devil's most devilish when respectable.
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Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The s...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, and hard...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

The place is all awave with trees,
Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded,
Acacias having drunk the lee...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionarie...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

The man, most man,
Works best for men, and, if most men indeed,
He gets his manhood plainest f...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.
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Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: he's pitiful to flies even. Sing, says he, and tease me stil...
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A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps t...
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Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tyin...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Women known
The way to rear up children (to be just)
They know a simple, merry, tender knack<...
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This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which bac...
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What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed -- and not for pay? A...
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We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin o...
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What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
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Since when was genius found respectable?
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I think it frets the saints in heaven to see
How many desolate creatures on the earth
Have lea...
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I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
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Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand.
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Books, books, books had found the secret of a garret-room piled high with cases in my father's name;...
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Books succeed, and lives fail.
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And a breastplate made of daisies, Closely fitting, leaf on leaf, Periwinkles interlaced ...
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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are lean...
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Women know The way to rear up children (to be just); They know a simple, merry, tender knack ...
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And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised.
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Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. ...
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The beauty seems right By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong Because of weakness.
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Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, acces...
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And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned t...
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Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
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The place is all awave with trees, Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded, Acacias having drunk the lee...
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And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed t...
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Many a crown Covers bald foreheads.
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Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my fathe...
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He likes the poor things of the world the best, I would not, therefore, if I could be rich. It...
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'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with ...
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If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for...
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Wall must get the weather stain Before they grow the ivy.
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And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my...
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Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes ...
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Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music d...
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Hope, he called, belief In God,--work, worship . . . therefore let us pray!
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God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face...
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We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book, And calculating profits--so much help ...
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"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light ...
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He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.
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The world goes whispering to its own, "This anguish pierces to the bone;" And tender friends g...
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Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by Death.
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You forget too much That every creature, female as the male, Stands single in responsible act ...
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Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor...
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Beautiful. (in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from hi...
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You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole li...
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First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ev...
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I was betrothed that day; I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
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Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
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Capacity for joy Admits temptation.
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God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and den...
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The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation...
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World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not th...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

For tis not in mere death that men die most.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

He said true things, but called them by wrong names.
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First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever si...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfor...
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Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
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Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be g...
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God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes of...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

A woman is always younger than a man at equal years.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The s...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
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What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.
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But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
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Light tomorrow with today!
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You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life...
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How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had th...
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Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend; ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
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A white rosebud for a guerdon.
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"For if I wait," said she, "Till time for roses be,-- For the moss-rose and the musk-rose, ...
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And thus, what can we do, Poor rose and poet too, Who both antedate our mission In an un...
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Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
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O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard...
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This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
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You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?
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And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy ...
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What is art But life upon the larger scale, the higher, When, graduating up in a spiral line ...
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Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
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God's prophets of the Beautiful, These Poets were.
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O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak th...
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"There's nothing great Nor small," has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond th...
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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
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Pansies for ladies all--(I wis That none who wear such brooches miss A jewel in the mirror).
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The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, I...
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I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief,...
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. . . Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
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The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
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That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold...
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At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionari...
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Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead. She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,-- ...
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Brazen helm of daffodillies, With a glitter toward the light. Purple violets for the mouth, ...
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And lilies are still lilies, pulled By smutty hands, though spotted from their white.
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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor's done.
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Eve is a twofold mystery.
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A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, ...
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The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight,
Producing ...
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There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime With te...
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Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for ...
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Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a dese...
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Think, in mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfe...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;'...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true!
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Whoso loves believes the impossible
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul c...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Earth's crammed with Heaven. And every common bush afire with God. But only he who sees, takes off h...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it re...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, by reiteration chiefly
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Into our deep, dear silence.
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God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, ...
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And lips say ''God be pitiful,'' who never said, ''God be praised.''
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Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.
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God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
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My sun sets to raise again.
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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.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways./ I love thee to the depth and breadth and height / My sou...
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My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against ...
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O earth, so full of dreary noises! / O men, with wailing in your voices! / O delvèd gold, the waile...
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All actual heroes are essential men, / And all men possible heroes...
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I worked with patience which means almost power.
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And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe ...
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Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream...
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In this bad, twisted, topsy-turvy world, Where all the heaviest wrongs get uppermost.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul c...
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"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of ...
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Light tomorrow with today.
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Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- T...
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O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy na...
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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out ...
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Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed.
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How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunke...
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Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
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Let no one till his death Be called unhappy. Measure not the work Until the day's out and the...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

By the way, The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight,...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats.
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There's not a crime But takes its proper change out still in crime If once rung on the counter...
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Yet here's eglantine, Here's ivy!--take them as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where ...
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The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, Held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
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Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.
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Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
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What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout?
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Did you think of that? Who burns his viol will not dance, I know. To cymbals, Romney.
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Italy/Is one thing, England one.
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Good aims not always make good books.
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We get no good by being ungenerous, even to a book, and calculating profits...so much help by so muc...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

A cheerful genius suits the times, / And all true poets laugh unquenchably / Like Shakespeare and th...
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I take her as God made her, and as men Must fail to unmake her, for my honoured wife.
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The world of books is still the world.
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She lived, we'll say,
A harmless life, she called a
virtuous life,
A quiet life, whi...
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OF writing many books there is no end;
And I who have written much in prose and verse
For ...
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Witch, scholar, poet, dreamer, and the rest...
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Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my f...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of p...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

The devil's most devilish when respectable
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Life treads on life, and heart on heart: We press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or g...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you in the idea of you my whole life lon...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

O Life,
How oft we throw it off and think, — 'Enough,
Enough of life in so much! — her...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

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I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

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