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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems
| 1. | Paraphrase on Anacreon: Ode to the Swallow | 5/20/2015 |
| 2. | Love | 4/21/2015 |
| 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 Xxxvii | 12/31/2002 |
| 8. | Sonnet Xxxviii | 12/31/2002 |
| 9. | Xxxiv | 5/13/2001 |
| 10. | Xxx | 5/13/2001 |
| 11. | Sonnet Xvi | 12/31/2002 |
| 12. | Sonnet Xxvi | 12/31/2002 |
| 13. | Sonnet Xxv | 12/31/2002 |
| 14. | Vii | 5/13/2001 |
| 15. | Xxxix | 5/13/2001 |
| 16. | Xxxiii | 5/13/2001 |
| 17. | Xxxvi | 5/13/2001 |
| 18. | Xxxi | 5/13/2001 |
| 19. | Sonnet Xxiii | 12/31/2002 |
| 20. | Xxxvii | 5/13/2001 |
| 21. | Sonnet Xxvii | 12/31/2002 |
| 22. | Sonnet Xxxiv | 12/31/2002 |
| 23. | Sonnet Xliv | 12/31/2002 |
| 24. | Xxvi | 5/13/2001 |
| 25. | Sonnet Xxxix | 12/31/2002 |
| 26. | Xv | 5/13/2001 |
| 27. | Xxii | 5/13/2001 |
| 28. | Sonnet Xxx | 12/31/2002 |
| 29. | Xxix | 5/13/2001 |
| 30. | Xxvii | 5/13/2001 |
| 31. | V | 5/13/2001 |
| 32. | Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! | 1/3/2003 |
| 33. | Viii | 5/13/2001 |
| 34. | Xxxii | 5/13/2001 |
| 35. | Xxiii | 5/13/2001 |
| 36. | Sonnet Xxxi | 12/31/2002 |
| 37. | Xx | 5/13/2001 |
| 38. | Xix | 5/13/2001 |
| 39. | Sonnet Xvii | 12/31/2002 |
| 40. | Sonnet Xxxiii | 12/31/2002 |
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 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.
