Elizabeth Barrett Browning (6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)
Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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| 201. | To George Sand: A Desire | 5/13/2001 |
| 202. | To George Sand: A Recognition | 5/13/2001 |
| 203. | V | 5/13/2001 |
| 204. | VI | 5/13/2001 |
| 205. | VII | 5/13/2001 |
| 206. | VIII | 5/13/2001 |
| 207. | Work | 5/13/2001 |
| 208. | Work And Contemplation | 5/13/2001 |
| 209. | X | 5/13/2001 |
| 210. | XI | 5/13/2001 |
| 211. | XII | 5/13/2001 |
| 212. | XIV | 5/13/2001 |
| 213. | XIV (If thou must love me, let it be for nought) | 1/13/2003 |
| 214. | XIX | 5/13/2001 |
| 215. | XL | 5/13/2001 |
| 216. | XLI | 5/13/2001 |
| 217. | XLII | 5/13/2001 |
| 218. | XLIII | 5/13/2001 |
| 219. | XLIV | 5/13/2001 |
| 220. | XV | 5/13/2001 |
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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.
