Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

201. Work 5/13/2001
202. Work And Contemplation 5/13/2001
203. X 5/13/2001
204. Xi 5/13/2001
205. Xii 5/13/2001
206. Xiv 5/13/2001
207. Xiv (If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought) 1/13/2003
208. Xix 5/13/2001
209. Xl 5/13/2001
210. Xli 5/13/2001
211. Xlii 5/13/2001
212. Xliii 5/13/2001
213. Xliv 5/13/2001
214. Xv 5/13/2001
215. Xvi 5/13/2001
216. Xvii 5/13/2001
217. Xviii 5/13/2001
218. Xx 5/13/2001
219. Xxi 5/13/2001
220. Xxii 5/13/2001
221. Xxiii 5/13/2001
222. Xxiv 5/13/2001
223. Xxix 5/13/2001
224. Xxv 5/13/2001
225. Xxvi 5/13/2001
226. Xxvii 5/13/2001
227. Xxx 5/13/2001
228. Xxxi 5/13/2001
229. Xxxii 5/13/2001
230. Xxxiii 5/13/2001
231. Xxxiv 5/13/2001
232. Xxxix 5/13/2001
233. Xxxv 5/13/2001
234. Xxxvi 5/13/2001
235. Xxxvii 5/13/2001
236. Xxxviii 5/13/2001
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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