Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

121. Sonnet Xli 12/31/2002
122. Sonnet Xli: I Thank All 1/3/2003
123. Sonnet Xlii 12/31/2002
124. Sonnet Xlii: My Future 1/3/2003
125. Sonnet Xliii 12/31/2002
126. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
127. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
128. Sonnet Xv 12/31/2002
129. Sonnet Xv: Accuse Me Not 1/3/2003
130. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
131. Sonnet Xvi: And Yet, Because Thou 1/3/2003
132. Sonnet Xvii 12/31/2002
133. Sonnet Xvii: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch 1/3/2003
134. Sonnet Xviii: I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair 1/3/2003
135. Sonnet Xx 12/31/2002
136. Sonnet Xx: Belovèd, My Belovèd 1/3/2003
137. Sonnet Xxi 12/31/2002
138. Sonnet Xxi: Say Over Again 1/3/2003
139. Sonnet Xxii 12/31/2002
140. Sonnet Xxii: When Our Two Souls Stand Up 1/3/2003
141. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
142. Sonnet Xxiii: Is It Indeed So? 1/3/2003
143. Sonnet Xxiv 12/31/2002
144. Sonnet Xxiv: Let The World's Sharpness 1/3/2003
145. Sonnet Xxix 12/31/2002
146. Sonnet Xxix: I Think Of Thee 1/3/2003
147. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
148. Sonnet Xxv: A Heavy Heart, Belovèd 1/3/2003
149. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
150. Sonnet Xxvi: I Lived With Visions 1/3/2003
151. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
152. Sonnet Xxvii: My Dear Belovèd 1/3/2003
153. Sonnet Xxviii 12/31/2002
154. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 1/3/2003
155. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
156. Sonnet Xxx: I See Thine Image 1/3/2003
157. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
158. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
159. Sonnet Xxxii 12/31/2002
160. Sonnet Xxxii: The First Time 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 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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