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Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
«Life treads on life, and heart on heart: We press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or grave apart»
«Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.»
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
«What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed -- and not for pay? Absurd -- or insincere?»
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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«The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.»
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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plainest
«In the pleasant orchard closes, / `God bless all our gains', say we; / But `May God bless all our losses' / Better suits with our degree.»
«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!»
«The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight, producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, to put on when you're weary -- or a stool. To stumble over and vex you... ''curse that stool!'' Or else at best, a cushion, where you lean and sleep, and dream of something we are not, but would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this... that, after all, we are paid the worth of our work, perhaps.»
«Our Euripides, the human, / With his droppings of warm tears, / And his touches of things common / Till they rose to touch the spheres.»