Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

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

Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought

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If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy ...

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Pain In Pleasure

A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like bees
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;
Whereat rejoicing, I desired the art
Of the Greek whistler, who to wharf and mart
Could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees
That I might hive with me such thoughts and please
My soul so, always. foolish counterpart
Of a weak man's vain wishes ! While I spoke,

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