How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Meaning of the quote
This quote by the English poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning is asking how much she loves someone. She wants to express all the different ways she feels this love, like counting them one by one. It's a beautiful and romantic way of saying that her love is deep and complex, with many layers to it.
About Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning was an English poet who lived during the Victorian era. She was a prolific writer, publishing several acclaimed collections of poetry, and her work helped influence reforms in child labor legislation. Her courtship and marriage to fellow poet Robert Browning was carried out in secret, and the couple later moved to Italy, where Elizabeth lived until her death in 1861.
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