Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

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

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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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