Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

201. Sonnet 38 - First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed 1/13/2003
202. Sonnet 29 - I Think Of Thee!&Mdash;My Thoughts Do Twine And Bud 1/13/2003
203. I 5/12/2001
204. De Profundis 12/31/2002
205. Discontent 5/12/2001
206. The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point 12/31/2002
207. From ‘the Soul’s Travelling’ 1/1/2004
208. Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed 1/13/2003
209. Patience Taught By Nature 5/12/2001
210. Mother And Poet 1/1/2004
211. Cheerfulness Taught By Reason 5/12/2001
212. A Year's Spinning 1/13/2003
213. Grief 5/12/2001
214. Chorus Of Eden Spirits 1/1/2004
215. Pain In Pleasure 5/12/2001
216. Consolation 12/31/2002
217. An Apprehension 5/12/2001
218. A Musical Instrument 5/12/2001
219. The Best Thing In The World 12/31/2002
220. A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed 5/12/2001
221. Aurora Leigh (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
222. My Heart And I 1/1/2004
223. Adequacy 5/12/2001
224. A Sea-Side Walk 5/12/2001
225. Human Life’s Mystery 1/1/2004
226. Change Upon Change 5/12/2001
227. A Child Asleep 5/12/2001
228. A Woman's Shortcomings 1/3/2003
229. A Man's Requirements 12/31/2002
230. The Cry Of The Children 12/31/2002
231. A Curse For A Nation 5/12/2001
232. A Dead Rose 5/12/2001
233. Comfort 5/12/2001
234. Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways 1/13/2003
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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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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