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
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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 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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