Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

181. Tears 5/12/2001
182. The Autumn 5/12/2001
183. The Best Thing in the World 12/31/2002
184. The Cry Of The Children 12/31/2002
185. The Deserted Garden 5/12/2001
186. The House Of Clouds 5/13/2001
187. The Lady's Yes 5/13/2001
188. The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers 1/3/2003
189. The Look 5/13/2001
190. The Meaning Of The Look 5/13/2001
191. The Poet And The Bird 5/13/2001
192. The Prisoner 5/13/2001
193. The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point 12/31/2002
194. The Seraph and Poet 5/13/2001
195. The Soul's Expression 5/13/2001
196. The Two Sayings 5/13/2001
197. The Weakest Thing 12/31/2002
198. To 5/13/2001
199. To Flush, My Dog 5/13/2001
200. To George Sand: A Desire 5/13/2001

Sonnet XLI: I Thank All

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot

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