Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

1. Paraphrase on Anacreon: Ode to the Swallow 5/20/2015
2. Love 4/21/2015
3. Flush Or Faunus 1/5/2015
4. Xli 5/13/2001
5. Xxxiv 5/13/2001
6. Xxx 5/13/2001
7. Viii 5/13/2001
8. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
9. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
10. Vii 5/13/2001
11. Xxxix 5/13/2001
12. Xxxiii 5/13/2001
13. Xxxi 5/13/2001
14. Xxxvii 5/13/2001
15. Xii 5/13/2001
16. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
17. Xv 5/13/2001
18. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 5/13/2001
19. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
20. Xxii 5/13/2001
21. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
22. Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron 3/24/2012
23. Xxix 5/13/2001
24. Xxvii 5/13/2001
25. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
27. Xxxii 5/13/2001
28. Sonnet Xxvi: I Lived With Visions 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xx Beloved, My Beloved 12/31/2002
30. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
31. Xxiii 5/13/2001
32. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
33. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
34. Xx 5/13/2001
35. Xxvi 5/13/2001
36. Xxiv 5/13/2001
37. Xxxv 5/13/2001
38. Xxxvi 5/13/2001
39. Sonnet Xvii: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch 1/3/2003
40. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How Do I Love Thee?

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.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my ...

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Sonnet Xvii

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between his After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears. God's will devotes
Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

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