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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (née Moulton-Barrett, /ˈbraʊnɪŋ/; 6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861) was an English poet of the Victorian era, popular in Britain and the United States during her lifetime.

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We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination. . . down our earth to rake.

Earth, Ills, Imagination, Life, Rakes

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

Grief, Hopeless, Hopelessness, Tell

Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all.

Leave, This World, Work, World

A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman's function plainly is. . . to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!

Art, Mean, Plainly, Poor, Reasonably, Women

I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.

Drying, Early, Head, Heart, Solitude, Tears

What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere?

Day, Deed, Deeds, Monster, Monsters, Pay

Art is much, but love is more.

Art, Art Is, Love, Love Is

Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.

Angel, Dear, Drop, Golden, Song, Thinking

But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.

Away, Breath, Breaths, Fair, Fairs, Men

The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.

Business, Curl, Curls, Merchandise, Rialto, Soul

Whoever lives true life, will love true love.

Life, Love, Love Life, True

The man, most man, Works best for men, and, if most men indeed, He gets his manhood plainest from his soul: While, obviously, this stringent soul itself Obeys our old rules of development; The Spirit ever witnessing in ours, And Love, the soul of soul, within the soul, Evolving it sublimely.

And Love, Men, Old, Soul, Witnessing

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

Age, Beheld, Close, Ill, Past

The plague of gold strikes far and near.

Gold, Plague, Strikes

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.

Awful, Lightning, Sharp, Struck

We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.

Humanity, Poetry, Separate

Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

Comfort, Dear, Dry, Famous Love, Long, Thine

Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.

Cheerful, Faculty, Oneself, Possibility, Throwing

"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow. " And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, "God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, "God be praised. "

Eye, Lips, Nature, Saith, School, Sorrow

Anybody is qualified, according to everybody, for giving opinions upon poetry. It is not so in chemistry and mathematics. Nor is it so, I believe, in whist and the polka. But then these are more serious things.

Believe, Chemistry, Everybody, Giving, Serious Things

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