Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

1. Vii 5/13/2001
2. Sonnet Vi 12/31/2002
3. Sonnet Xl 12/31/2002
4. Sonnet Xii 12/31/2002
5. Xlii 5/13/2001
6. Sonnets From The Portuguese Ii 1/4/2003
7. Xii 5/13/2001
8. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002
9. Sonnet 31 - Thou Comest! All Is Said Without A Word 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet Xi 12/31/2002
11. Xxvii 5/13/2001
12. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
13. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
14. Xxii 5/13/2001
15. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
16. Xliv 5/13/2001
17. Xxi 5/13/2001
18. Vi 5/13/2001
19. Xxix 5/13/2001
20. Xli 5/13/2001
21. Xix 5/13/2001
22. Sonnet Xiii 12/31/2002
23. Xvi 5/13/2001
24. Viii 5/13/2001
25. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
26. Xxvi 5/13/2001
27. Xi 5/13/2001
28. Sonnet Xix 12/31/2002
29. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
30. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
31. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
32. V 5/13/2001
33. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 5/13/2001
34. Xxxv 5/13/2001
35. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xxxiii 12/31/2002
37. Xiv (If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought) 1/13/2003
38. Sonnet Xxxvii: Pardon, Oh, Pardon 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
40. X 5/13/2001

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  • 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! ! ! ! !

  • Aswin (2/25/2018 8:19:00 AM)

    Out in the fieldes with god

  • Sdhj''fv (2/20/2018 7:46:00 PM)

    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

  • Savin 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...

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 Xxi

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem ' a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, ' Speak once more--thou lovest ! ' Who can fear

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