Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

161. Sonnet Xxxiii: Yes, Call Me By My Pet-Name! 1/3/2003
162. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
163. Sonnet Xxxiv: With The Same Heart 1/3/2003
164. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
165. Sonnet Xxxix: Because Thou Hast The Power 1/3/2003
166. Sonnet Xxxv 12/31/2002
167. Sonnet Xxxv: If I Leave All For Thee 1/3/2003
168. Sonnet Xxxvi 12/31/2002
169. Sonnet Xxxvi: When We Met First 1/3/2003
170. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
171. Sonnet Xxxvii: Pardon, Oh, Pardon 1/3/2003
172. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
173. Sonnet Xxxviii: First Time He Kissed Me 1/3/2003
174. Sonnets From The Portuguese I 1/4/2003
175. Sonnets From The Portuguese Ii 1/4/2003
176. Sonnets From The Portuguese Iii 1/4/2003
177. Sonnets From The Portuguese Iv 1/4/2003
178. Sonnets From The Portuguese V 1/4/2003
179. Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron 3/24/2012
180. Substitution 5/12/2001
181. Tears 5/12/2001
182. The Autumn 5/12/2001
183. The Best Thing In The World 12/31/2002
184. The Cry Of The Children 12/31/2002
185. The Deserted Garden 5/12/2001
186. The House Of Clouds 5/13/2001
187. The Lady's Yes 5/13/2001
188. The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers 1/3/2003
189. The Look 5/13/2001
190. The Meaning Of The Look 5/13/2001
191. The Poet And The Bird 5/13/2001
192. The Prisoner 5/13/2001
193. The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point 12/31/2002
194. The Seraph And Poet 5/13/2001
195. The Soul's Expression 5/13/2001
196. The Two Sayings 5/13/2001
197. The Weakest Thing 12/31/2002
198. To 5/13/2001
199. To Flush, My Dog 5/13/2001
200. To George Sand: A Desire 5/13/2001
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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