Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

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

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between his After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears. God's will devotes
Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

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