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First Lines of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A thought lay like a flower upon mine heart, ALL are not taken! there are left behind And, O beloved voices, upon which Eve is a twofold mystery -- Experience, like a pale musician, holds He dwelt alone, and, sun and moon, I classed, appraising once, I count the dismal time by months and years, I have been in the meadows all the day, I stand by the river where both of us stood, I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless -- I think that look of Christ might seem to say -- I think we are too ready with complaint I would build a cloudy House If all the gentlest-hearted friends I know If God compel thee to this destiny, In death-sheets lieth Rosalind, Light human nature is too lightly tost My future will not copy fair my past Now by the verdure on thy thousand hills, O dreary life! we cry, O dreary life! Sleep, little babe, on my knee, Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet Sweet, thou hast trod on a heart. Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not The poet oped his bolted door, The poet's vow was inly sworn -- The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word -- The seraph sings before the manifest The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man, True genius, but true woman! dost deny Two sayings of the Holy Scriptures beat We are borne into life -- it is sweet, it is strange! We overstate the ills of life, and take What are we set on earth for? Say, to toil -- When I attain to utter forth in verse When some beloved voice that was to you When some Beloveds, 'neath whose eyelids lay With stammering lips and insufficient sound, Wordsworth upon Helvellyn! Let the cloud You love all, you say,