Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

81. Sonnet 38 - First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed 1/13/2003
82. Sonnet 39 - Because Thou Hast The Power And Own'st The Grace 1/13/2003
83. Sonnet 40 - Oh, Yes! They Love Through All This World Of Ours! 1/13/2003
84. Sonnet 41 - I Thank All Who Have Loved Me In Their Hearts 1/13/2003
85. Sonnet 42 - 'My Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past' 1/13/2003
86. Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways 1/13/2003
87. Sonnet 44 - Beloved, Thou Hast Brought Me Many Flowers 1/13/2003
88. Sonnet I 12/31/2002
89. Sonnet Ii 12/31/2002
90. Sonnet Ii: But Only Three In All God's Universe 1/3/2003
91. Sonnet Iii 12/31/2002
92. Sonnet Iii: Unlike Are We, Unlike 1/3/2003
93. Sonnet Iv 12/31/2002
94. Sonnet Iv: Thou Hast Thy Calling 1/3/2003
95. Sonnet Ix: Can It Be Right To Give 1/3/2003
96. Sonnet V: I Lift My Heavy Heart Up 1/3/2003
97. Sonnet Vi 12/31/2002
98. Sonnet Vi: Go From Me 1/3/2003
99. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
100. Sonnet Vii: The Face Of All The World 1/3/2003
101. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002
102. Sonnet Viii: What Can I Give Thee Back 1/3/2003
103. Sonnet X 12/31/2002
104. Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love 1/3/2003
105. Sonnet Xi 12/31/2002
106. Sonnet Xi: And Therefore If To Love 1/3/2003
107. Sonnet Xii 12/31/2002
108. Sonnet Xii: Indeed This Very Love 1/3/2003
109. Sonnet Xiii 12/31/2002
110. Sonnet Xiii: And Wilt Thou Have Me 1/3/2003
111. Sonnet Xiv 12/31/2002
112. Sonnet Xiv: If Thou Must Love Me 1/3/2003
113. Sonnet Xix 12/31/2002
114. Sonnet Xix: The Soul's Rialto 1/3/2003
115. Sonnet Xl 12/31/2002
116. Sonnet Xl: Oh, Yes! They Love 1/3/2003
117. Sonnet Xli 12/31/2002
118. Sonnet Xli: I Thank All 1/3/2003
119. Sonnet Xlii 12/31/2002
120. Sonnet Xlii: My Future 1/3/2003
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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