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. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
4. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
5. Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron 3/24/2012
6. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
7. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
8. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
9. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
10. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
11. Flush Or Faunus 1/5/2015
12. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
14. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
15. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
16. Xii 5/13/2001
17. Xli 5/13/2001
18. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
19. Xxxiv 5/13/2001
20. Xxx 5/13/2001
21. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
22. Xxxvi 5/13/2001
23. Xxxix 5/13/2001
24. Xxxiii 5/13/2001
25. Xxxi 5/13/2001
26. Sonnet Xxiv: Let The World's Sharpness 1/3/2003
27. Xxvi 5/13/2001
28. Xv 5/13/2001
29. Sonnet Xvii 12/31/2002
30. Vii 5/13/2001
31. Viii 5/13/2001
32. Sonnet Xxxiii 12/31/2002
33. Xxix 5/13/2001
34. Sonnet Xxxvi 12/31/2002
35. Xxvii 5/13/2001
36. Xxxii 5/13/2001
37. Sonnet Xxxii 12/31/2002
38. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
39. Xxii 5/13/2001
40. Sonnet Xxxix: Because Thou Hast The Power 1/3/2003

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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 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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