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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Pain In Pleasure

A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like bees
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;
Whereat rejoicing, I desired the art
Of the Greek whistler, who to wharf and mart
Could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees
That I might hive with me such thoughts and please
My soul so, always. foolish counterpart
Of a weak man's vain wishes ! While I spoke,

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