Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

81. Sonnet Xxxiii: Yes, Call Me By My Pet-Name! 1/3/2003
82. Xiv 5/13/2001
83. Sonnet Xvi: And Yet, Because Thou 1/3/2003
84. Sonnet Xlii: My Future 1/3/2003
85. Sonnet Xxxvii: Pardon, Oh, Pardon 1/3/2003
86. Sonnet Xviii: I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair 1/3/2003
87. Sonnet Xxv: A Heavy Heart, Belovèd 1/3/2003
88. Sonnet Iv 12/31/2002
89. Work And Contemplation 5/13/2001
90. Sonnet Vi 12/31/2002
91. Sonnet Xix: The Soul's Rialto 1/3/2003
92. Sonnet Xii 12/31/2002
93. Sonnet Vii: The Face Of All The World 1/3/2003
94. The Seraph And Poet 5/13/2001
95. Sonnet Ii 12/31/2002
96. Sonnets From The Portuguese Ii 1/4/2003
97. Sonnet Xv: Accuse Me Not 1/3/2003
98. Sonnet Xlii 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. Sonnet V: I Lift My Heavy Heart Up 1/3/2003
103. Sonnet X 12/31/2002
104. Sonnet Xli 12/31/2002
105. Sonnet Xl: Oh, Yes! They Love 1/3/2003
106. To George Sand: A Recognition 5/13/2001
107. Sonnet Xxi: Say Over Again 1/3/2003
108. Sonnet 19 - The Soul's Rialto Hath Its Merchandise 1/13/2003
109. On A Portrait Of Wordsworth 5/12/2001
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. Rosalind's Scroll 1/4/2003
115. Sonnet Xi 12/31/2002
116. Sonnet 26 - I Lived With Visions For My Company 1/13/2003
117. Sonnet Xxix: I Think Of Thee 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. The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

XIV

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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Sonnet Xxi

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem ' a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, ' Speak once more--thou lovest ! ' Who can fear