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Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
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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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 The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing—to reach the Mountain,
to find the place where all the beauty came from… (page 75, ). |
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