Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

121. Sonnet Xli: I Thank All 1/3/2003
122. Sonnet Xlii 12/31/2002
123. Sonnet Xlii: My Future 1/3/2003
124. Sonnet Xliii 12/31/2002
125. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
126. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
127. Sonnet Xv 12/31/2002
128. Sonnet Xv: Accuse Me Not 1/3/2003
129. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
130. Sonnet Xvi: And Yet, Because Thou 1/3/2003
131. Sonnet Xvii 12/31/2002
132. Sonnet Xvii: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch 1/3/2003
133. Sonnet Xviii: I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair 1/3/2003
134. Sonnet Xx 12/31/2002
135. Sonnet Xx: Belovèd, My Belovèd 1/3/2003
136. Sonnet Xxi 12/31/2002
137. Sonnet Xxi: Say Over Again 1/3/2003
138. Sonnet Xxii 12/31/2002
139. Sonnet Xxii: When Our Two Souls Stand Up 1/3/2003
140. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
141. Sonnet Xxiii: Is It Indeed So? 1/3/2003
142. Sonnet Xxiv 12/31/2002
143. Sonnet Xxiv: Let The World's Sharpness 1/3/2003
144. Sonnet Xxix 12/31/2002
145. Sonnet Xxix: I Think Of Thee 1/3/2003
146. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
147. Sonnet Xxv: A Heavy Heart, Belovèd 1/3/2003
148. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
149. Sonnet Xxvi: I Lived With Visions 1/3/2003
150. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
151. Sonnet Xxvii: My Dear Belovèd 1/3/2003
152. Sonnet Xxviii 12/31/2002
153. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 1/3/2003
154. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
155. Sonnet Xxx: I See Thine Image 1/3/2003
156. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
157. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
158. Sonnet Xxxii 12/31/2002
159. Sonnet Xxxii: The First Time 1/3/2003
160. Sonnet Xxxiii 12/31/2002
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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The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man's love !--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,

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