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 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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