88 ordspråk av Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He, in his developed manhood, stood A little sunburnt by the glare of life; While I, it seemed no sun had shone on me
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He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.
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He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently; He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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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 can reach.
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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 can reach, when feeling out of sight / For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
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How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
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How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
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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 still, if that's your way, poor insect.''
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I felt so young, so strong, so sure of God.
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I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need,by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,tears,of all my life.
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I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.
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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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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 tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach
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