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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems
| 1. | Love | 4/21/2015 |
| 2. | Paraphrase on Anacreon: Ode to the Swallow | 5/20/2015 |
| 3. | Flush Or Faunus | 1/5/2015 |
| 4. | Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron | 3/24/2012 |
| 5. | Xii | 5/13/2001 |
| 6. | Xli | 5/13/2001 |
| 7. | Sonnet Xxxviii | 12/31/2002 |
| 8. | Xxxiv | 5/13/2001 |
| 9. | Xxx | 5/13/2001 |
| 10. | Viii | 5/13/2001 |
| 11. | Sonnet Xxvi | 12/31/2002 |
| 12. | Vii | 5/13/2001 |
| 13. | Xxxix | 5/13/2001 |
| 14. | Xxxiii | 5/13/2001 |
| 15. | Xxxvi | 5/13/2001 |
| 16. | Xxxi | 5/13/2001 |
| 17. | Sonnet Xxiii | 12/31/2002 |
| 18. | Xxxvii | 5/13/2001 |
| 19. | Sonnet Xxvii | 12/31/2002 |
| 20. | Sonnet Xxxiv | 12/31/2002 |
| 21. | Sonnet Xliv | 12/31/2002 |
| 22. | Xxvi | 5/13/2001 |
| 23. | Sonnet Xxxix | 12/31/2002 |
| 24. | Xxii | 5/13/2001 |
| 25. | Xxvii | 5/13/2001 |
| 26. | Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! | 1/3/2003 |
| 27. | Sonnet Xvi | 12/31/2002 |
| 28. | Sonnet Xxv | 12/31/2002 |
| 29. | Xxxii | 5/13/2001 |
| 30. | Sonnet Xxxvii | 12/31/2002 |
| 31. | Xxiii | 5/13/2001 |
| 32. | Sonnet Xxxi | 12/31/2002 |
| 33. | Xix | 5/13/2001 |
| 34. | Xv | 5/13/2001 |
| 35. | Sonnet Xvii | 12/31/2002 |
| 36. | Sonnet Xxxiii | 12/31/2002 |
| 37. | Xxxv | 5/13/2001 |
| 38. | Xliv | 5/13/2001 |
| 39. | Sonnet Xxx | 12/31/2002 |
| 40. | Xxix | 5/13/2001 |
Comments about 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 ...
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
Can someone tell me how to use this site. It says she hasn't posted any poems in the last 14 days! Of course she hasn't, she has been dead since 1861! ! ! ! !
Out in the fieldes with god
Emily Browning was a poet you and i arent here for facts we are here for a research paper and this is boring
she is my mother. she is my brother. she is my father. yeh that's right Michael wallace
I have discovered some of her poetry in an anthology book collection when I was still in highschool, and I was absolutely impressed. Elizabeth Barrett Browning had a unique way of putting her feelings into poetry..However, the long epic poem Aurora Leigh remains my all time favourite. It's a masterpiece.
She is my ancestor
A Child Asleep is a very nice poem
A very nice poem. I agree with what follows: If thou must love me, let it be for nought...
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