Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

41. Xliv 5/13/2001
42. Xx 5/13/2001
43. Sonnet Xxiv: Let The World's Sharpness 1/3/2003
44. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
45. Xlii 5/13/2001
46. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 5/13/2001
47. Sonnet Xv 12/31/2002
48. Xvi 5/13/2001
49. Vi 5/13/2001
50. Sonnet Xvii: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch 1/3/2003
51. Sonnet Xxxvi 12/31/2002
52. Xvii 5/13/2001
53. Sonnet Xx Beloved, My Beloved 12/31/2002
54. Xliii 5/13/2001
55. Sonnet Xix 12/31/2002
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 Xxix 12/31/2002
61. X 5/13/2001
62. Xxi 5/13/2001
63. Xxiv 5/13/2001
64. Sonnet Xxxix: Because Thou Hast The Power 1/3/2003
65. Sonnet Xxiii: Is It Indeed So? 1/3/2003
66. Sonnet Xl 12/31/2002
67. Xxxviii 5/13/2001
68. Xviii 5/13/2001
69. Xi 5/13/2001
70. Sonnet Xxii 12/31/2002
71. Xiv 5/13/2001
72. Sonnet 31 - Thou Comest! All Is Said Without A Word 1/13/2003
73. Sonnet Xxxvii: Pardon, Oh, Pardon 1/3/2003
74. Sonnet Xxxiv: With The Same Heart 1/3/2003
75. Substitution 5/12/2001
76. Sonnet Xxvii: My Dear Belovèd 1/3/2003
77. The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers 1/3/2003
78. Sonnet Xxxv 12/31/2002
79. Sonnet Xiii 12/31/2002
80. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002

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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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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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