OF writing many books there is no end;
And I who have written much in prose and verse
For others' uses, will write now for mine,-
Will write my story for my better self,
As when you paint your portrait for a friend,
Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it
Long after he has ceased to love you, just
To hold together what he was and is.


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ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
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...
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The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;'...
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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.
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Earth's crammed with Heaven. And every common bush afire with God. But only he who sees, takes off h...
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The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it re...
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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.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
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Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death
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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 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...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
"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.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
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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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 ...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
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...
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A cheerful genius suits the times, / And all true poets laugh unquenchably / Like Shakespeare and th...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
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...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
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...
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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 p...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
The devil's most devilish when respectable
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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.
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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 lon...
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O Life,
How oft we throw it off and think, — 'Enough,
Enough of life in so much! — her...
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING