Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

81. Sonnet 35 - If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange 1/13/2003
82. Sonnet 36 - When We Met First And Loved, I Did Not Build 1/13/2003
83. Sonnet 37 - Pardon, Oh, Pardon, That My Soul Should Make 1/13/2003
84. Sonnet 38 - First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed 1/13/2003
85. Sonnet 39 - Because Thou Hast The Power And Own'st The Grace 1/13/2003
86. Sonnet 40 - Oh, Yes! They Love Through All This World Of Ours! 1/13/2003
87. Sonnet 41 - I Thank All Who Have Loved Me In Their Hearts 1/13/2003
88. Sonnet 42 - 'My Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past' 1/13/2003
89. Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways 1/13/2003
90. Sonnet 44 - Beloved, Thou Hast Brought Me Many Flowers 1/13/2003
91. Sonnet I 12/31/2002
92. Sonnet Ii 12/31/2002
93. Sonnet Ii: But Only Three In All God's Universe 1/3/2003
94. Sonnet Iii 12/31/2002
95. Sonnet Iii: Unlike Are We, Unlike 1/3/2003
96. Sonnet Iv 12/31/2002
97. Sonnet Iv: Thou Hast Thy Calling 1/3/2003
98. Sonnet Ix 12/31/2002
99. Sonnet Ix: Can It Be Right To Give 1/3/2003
100. Sonnet V: I Lift My Heavy Heart Up 1/3/2003
101. Sonnet Vi 12/31/2002
102. Sonnet Vi: Go From Me 1/3/2003
103. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
104. Sonnet Vii: The Face Of All The World 1/3/2003
105. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002
106. Sonnet Viii: What Can I Give Thee Back 1/3/2003
107. Sonnet X 12/31/2002
108. Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love 1/3/2003
109. Sonnet Xi 12/31/2002
110. Sonnet Xi: And Therefore If To Love 1/3/2003
111. Sonnet Xii 12/31/2002
112. Sonnet Xii: Indeed This Very Love 1/3/2003
113. Sonnet Xiii 12/31/2002
114. Sonnet Xiii: And Wilt Thou Have Me 1/3/2003
115. Sonnet Xiv 12/31/2002
116. Sonnet Xiv: If Thou Must Love Me 1/3/2003
117. Sonnet Xix 12/31/2002
118. Sonnet Xix: The Soul's Rialto 1/3/2003
119. Sonnet Xl 12/31/2002
120. Sonnet Xl: Oh, Yes! They Love 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 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.

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