Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

201. I 5/12/2001
202. Past And Future. 1/1/2004
203. Sonnet 29 - I Think Of Thee!&Mdash;My Thoughts Do Twine And Bud 1/13/2003
204. Sonnet 44 - Beloved, Thou Hast Brought Me Many Flowers 1/13/2003
205. The Soul's Expression 5/13/2001
206. The Deserted Garden 5/12/2001
207. The Autumn 5/12/2001
208. Pain In Pleasure 5/12/2001
209. Adequacy 5/12/2001
210. Only A Curl. 1/1/2004
211. A Year's Spinning 1/13/2003
212. Consolation 12/31/2002
213. Aurora Leigh (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
214. The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point 12/31/2002
215. To Flush, My Dog 5/13/2001
216. Sonnet Xiii: And Wilt Thou Have Me 1/3/2003
217. Grief 5/12/2001
218. A Musical Instrument 5/12/2001
219. Sonnet 42 - 'My Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past' 1/13/2003
220. My Heart And I 1/1/2004
221. Tears 5/12/2001
222. Change Upon Change 5/12/2001
223. A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed 5/12/2001
224. A Woman's Shortcomings 1/3/2003
225. The Best Thing In The World 12/31/2002
226. A Sea-Side Walk 5/12/2001
227. A Child Asleep 5/12/2001
228. A Curse For A Nation 5/12/2001
229. Human Life’s Mystery 1/1/2004
230. A Man's Requirements 12/31/2002
231. Comfort 5/12/2001
232. The Cry Of The Children 12/31/2002
233. Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways 1/13/2003
234. A Dead Rose 5/12/2001
235. Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought 1/13/2003
236. How Do I Love Thee? 5/12/2001
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 Xli: I Thank All

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot

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