Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

81. Sonnet Xxx: I See Thine Image 1/3/2003
82. Sonnet Xvi: And Yet, Because Thou 1/3/2003
83. Sonnet Xlii: My Future 1/3/2003
84. Sonnet Xxv: A Heavy Heart, Belovèd 1/3/2003
85. Sonnet Iv 12/31/2002
86. Substitution 5/12/2001
87. Sonnet Vi 12/31/2002
88. Sonnet Xxvii: My Dear Belovèd 1/3/2003
89. Sonnet Xix: The Soul's Rialto 1/3/2003
90. Sonnet Xii 12/31/2002
91. Sonnet Vii: The Face Of All The World 1/3/2003
92. Sonnet Ii 12/31/2002
93. Sonnet Xv: Accuse Me Not 1/3/2003
94. Sonnets From The Portuguese Ii 1/4/2003
95. Sonnet Xxxiii: Yes, Call Me By My Pet-Name! 1/3/2003
96. Sonnet Xlii 12/31/2002
97. Sonnet Xviii: I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair 1/3/2003
98. Sonnet Xxi 12/31/2002
99. Sonnet Iii 12/31/2002
100. Sonnet Ii: But Only Three In All God's Universe 1/3/2003
101. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
102. The Seraph And Poet 5/13/2001
103. Sonnet X 12/31/2002
104. Sonnet V: I Lift My Heavy Heart Up 1/3/2003
105. Sonnet Xli 12/31/2002
106. Sonnet Xl: Oh, Yes! They Love 1/3/2003
107. To George Sand: A Recognition 5/13/2001
108. Sonnet Xxi: Say Over Again 1/3/2003
109. Work And Contemplation 5/13/2001
110. Sonnets From The Portuguese V 1/4/2003
111. The Two Sayings 5/13/2001
112. Sonnet Viii: What Can I Give Thee Back 1/3/2003
113. Sonnet Iv: Thou Hast Thy Calling 1/3/2003
114. Sonnet Xi 12/31/2002
115. Sonnet 26 - I Lived With Visions For My Company 1/13/2003
116. Sonnet Xxix: I Think Of Thee 1/3/2003
117. Sonnet Ix: Can It Be Right To Give 1/3/2003
118. Sonnet 37 - Pardon, Oh, Pardon, That My Soul Should Make 1/13/2003
119. Sonnet Xxxvi: When We Met First 1/3/2003
120. Sonnet Xxxv: If I Leave All For Thee 1/3/2003

Comments about Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  • Ed Baidya Baidya (12/18/2015 3:40:00 AM)

    she is my mother. she is my brother. she is my father. yeh that's right Michael wallace

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  • Agatha Eliza Agatha Eliza (10/16/2015 3:36:00 PM)

    I have discovered some of her poetry in an anthology book collection when I was still in highschool, and I was absolutely impressed. Elizabeth Barrett Browning had a unique way of putting her feelings into poetry..However, the long epic poem Aurora Leigh remains my all time favourite. It's a masterpiece.

  • Michael Wallace (8/22/2015 7:42:00 PM)

    She is my ancestor

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:51:00 PM)

    A Child Asleep is a very nice poem

  • Valentin Savin Valentin Savin (12/10/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    A very nice poem. I agree with what follows: If thou must love me, let it be for nought...

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  • Poet.selvakumar Dear.selvakumar (1/13/2007 8:42:00 AM)

    poem's catch at my heart...

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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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