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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 Xxxvii | 12/31/2002 |
| 8. | Sonnet Xxxviii | 12/31/2002 |
| 9. | Xxxiv | 5/13/2001 |
| 10. | Xxx | 5/13/2001 |
| 11. | Viii | 5/13/2001 |
| 12. | Sonnet Xvi | 12/31/2002 |
| 13. | Sonnet Xxvi | 12/31/2002 |
| 14. | Sonnet Xxv | 12/31/2002 |
| 15. | Vii | 5/13/2001 |
| 16. | Xxxix | 5/13/2001 |
| 17. | Xxxiii | 5/13/2001 |
| 18. | Xxxvi | 5/13/2001 |
| 19. | Xxxi | 5/13/2001 |
| 20. | Sonnet Xxiii | 12/31/2002 |
| 21. | Xxxvii | 5/13/2001 |
| 22. | Sonnet Xxvii | 12/31/2002 |
| 23. | Sonnet Xxxiv | 12/31/2002 |
| 24. | Sonnet Xliv | 12/31/2002 |
| 25. | Xxvi | 5/13/2001 |
| 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. | Xxxii | 5/13/2001 |
| 34. | Xxiii | 5/13/2001 |
| 35. | Sonnet Xxxi | 12/31/2002 |
| 36. | Xx | 5/13/2001 |
| 37. | Xix | 5/13/2001 |
| 38. | Sonnet Xxxix | 12/31/2002 |
| 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 ...
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,
