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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
March 6, 1806 - June 29, 1861
Nationality: English
Category: Poet
Subcategory: English Poet

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

   

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

   

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

   

He said true things, but called them by wrong names.

   

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

   

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

   

Who so loves believes the impossible.

   

Since when was genius found respectable?

   

My sun sets to raise again.

   

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

   

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.

   

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

   

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

   

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

   

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

   

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?

   

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

   

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.'

   

What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?

   

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

   

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