Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

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

  • prefer not to be identified (5/25/2018 4:14:00 AM)

    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! ! ! ! !

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  • Aswin (2/25/2018 8:19:00 AM)

    Out in the fieldes with god

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    Emily Browning was a poet you and i arent here for facts we are here for a research paper and this is boring

  • Ed Baidya Baidya (12/18/2015 3:40:00 AM)

    she is my mother. she is my brother. she is my father. yeh that's right Michael wallace

  • Agatha Eliza Agatha Eliza (10/16/2015 3:36:00 PM)

    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.

  • Michael Wallace (8/22/2015 7:42:00 PM)

    She is my ancestor

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:51:00 PM)

    A Child Asleep is a very nice poem

  • Valentin Savin Valentin Savin (12/10/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    A very nice poem. I agree with what follows: If thou must love me, let it be for nought...

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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 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

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