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Love quivered, an invisible flame. Elizabeth Barrett was indeed, in her own words,
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She, too, was always, as she wrote of Harriet Martineau, in a hopeless anguish of body and serene triumph of spirit. As George Sand says, of one of her fictitious personages, she was an
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To this too keen intensity of feeling must be attributed something of that longing for repose, that deep craving for rest from what is too exciting from within, which made her affirm the exquisite appeal to her of such Biblical passages as
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The Lord of peace Himself give you peace, and
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He giveth His Beloved Sleep, which, as she says in one of her numerous letters to Miss Mitford,