Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

41. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
42. Sonnet Xxiii: Is It Indeed So? 1/3/2003
43. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
44. Sonnet Xxiv: Let The World's Sharpness 1/3/2003
45. Xlii 5/13/2001
46. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 5/13/2001
47. Sonnet Xxiv 12/31/2002
48. Xi 5/13/2001
49. Xvi 5/13/2001
50. Vi 5/13/2001
51. Sonnet Xvii: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch 1/3/2003
52. Sonnet Xxxvi 12/31/2002
53. Xvii 5/13/2001
54. Sonnet Xx Beloved, My Beloved 12/31/2002
55. Xliii 5/13/2001
56. Sonnet Xxxii 12/31/2002
57. Xl 5/13/2001
58. Sonnet Xxvi: I Lived With Visions 1/3/2003
59. Xxv 5/13/2001
60. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
61. X 5/13/2001
62. Xxi 5/13/2001
63. Xxiv 5/13/2001
64. Xxxviii 5/13/2001
65. Sonnet Xv 12/31/2002
66. Xviii 5/13/2001
67. Sonnet Xxii 12/31/2002
68. Xiv 5/13/2001
69. Sonnet Xxxvii: Pardon, Oh, Pardon 1/3/2003
70. Substitution 5/12/2001
71. Sonnet Xxvii: My Dear Belovèd 1/3/2003
72. The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers 1/3/2003
73. Sonnet Xxxv 12/31/2002
74. Sonnet Xiii 12/31/2002
75. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002
76. Work 5/13/2001
77. Sonnet Xxxix: Because Thou Hast The Power 1/3/2003
78. Sonnet Xxi 12/31/2002
79. Sonnet Xxx: I See Thine Image 1/3/2003
80. Sonnet Xxxiii: Yes, Call Me By My Pet-Name! 1/3/2003

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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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Sonnet Xli: I Thank All

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot

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