Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

1. Paraphrase on Anacreon: Ode to the Swallow 5/20/2015
2. Love 4/21/2015
3. Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron 3/24/2012
4. Viii 5/13/2001
5. Flush Or Faunus 1/5/2015
6. Xii 5/13/2001
7. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
8. Xxxiv 5/13/2001
9. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
10. Xxxvi 5/13/2001
11. Xxxiii 5/13/2001
12. Xxxix 5/13/2001
13. Xli 5/13/2001
14. Xxxi 5/13/2001
15. Xxxvii 5/13/2001
16. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
17. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
18. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
19. Xv 5/13/2001
20. Xxx 5/13/2001
21. Sonnet Xxxiii 12/31/2002
22. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
23. Xxii 5/13/2001
24. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
25. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
26. Xxvii 5/13/2001
27. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
28. Sonnet Xxiii: Is It Indeed So? 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
30. Xxxii 5/13/2001
31. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
32. Vii 5/13/2001
33. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
34. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
35. Xix 5/13/2001
36. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
37. Xlii 5/13/2001
38. Xxvi 5/13/2001
39. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 5/13/2001
40. V 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

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    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 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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