Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

201. Patience Taught By Nature 5/12/2001
202. Past and Future. 1/1/2004
203. Pain In Pleasure 5/12/2001
204. Only a Curl. 1/1/2004
205. On A Portrait Of Wordsworth 5/12/2001
206. My Letters! all dead paper. . . (Sonnet XXVIII) 1/20/2003
207. My Heart and I 1/1/2004
208. Mother and Poet 1/1/2004
209. Minstrelsy 5/12/2001
210. Lord Walter's Wife 12/31/2002
211. IX 5/12/2001
212. IV 5/12/2001
213. Irreparableness 5/12/2001
214. Insufficiency 5/12/2001
215. III 5/12/2001
216. II 5/12/2001
217. I 5/12/2001
218. Human Life’s Mystery 1/1/2004
219. How Do I Love Thee? 5/12/2001
220. Grief 5/12/2001

XXXII

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man's love !--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,

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