Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

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