Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

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

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Best Poem of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Comfort

SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Speak to mo as to Mary at thy feet !
And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
Let my tears drop like amber while I go
In reach of thy divinest voice complete
In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth,
To lose the sense of losing. As a child,
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore
Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
He sleeps the faster...

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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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