Phrase by 'Elizabeth Barrett Browning'
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I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetLove , Soul , My Soul , Height
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetMan , Light , Face , Hero
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetLife , You , Long , Anniversary
What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetOwn , Dream , Wine , Grapes
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetLife , Love , God , Death
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetLove , Me , How , Count
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetMan , Strong , Child , Silence
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetGod , Earth , Shoes , Heaven
Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - English PoetWill , Things , Rare , Suddenly
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