Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

221. XVI 5/13/2001
222. XVII 5/13/2001
223. XVIII 5/13/2001
224. XX 5/13/2001
225. XXI 5/13/2001
226. XXII 5/13/2001
227. XXIII 5/13/2001
228. XXIV 5/13/2001
229. XXIX 5/13/2001
230. XXV 5/13/2001
231. XXVI 5/13/2001
232. XXVII 5/13/2001
233. XXVIII 5/13/2001
234. XXX 5/13/2001
235. XXXI 5/13/2001
236. XXXII 5/13/2001
237. XXXIII 5/13/2001
238. XXXIV 5/13/2001
239. XXXIX 5/13/2001
240. XXXV 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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