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 Xxi

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem ' a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, ' Speak once more--thou lovest ! ' Who can fear

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