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. Flush Or Faunus 1/5/2015
4. Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron 3/24/2012
5. Xli 5/13/2001
6. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
7. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
8. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
9. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
10. Xxxix 5/13/2001
11. Xxxiii 5/13/2001
12. Xxxi 5/13/2001
13. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
14. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
15. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
16. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
17. Xii 5/13/2001
18. Xxvi 5/13/2001
19. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
20. Xv 5/13/2001
21. Xxii 5/13/2001
22. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
23. Xxxiv 5/13/2001
24. Xxix 5/13/2001
25. Xxvii 5/13/2001
26. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
27. Xxx 5/13/2001
28. Viii 5/13/2001
29. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
30. Vii 5/13/2001
31. Xxxii 5/13/2001
32. Xxxvii 5/13/2001
33. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
34. Xx 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. Xxxvi 5/13/2001
40. Sonnet Xxiii: Is It Indeed So? 1/3/2003

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

  • 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...

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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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Xxxii

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man's love !--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,

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