My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Earth's crammed with heaven...

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning