Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

121. Sonnet Xxxv: If I Leave All For Thee 1/3/2003
122. The Seraph And Poet 5/13/2001
123. To 5/13/2001
124. Sonnet Xxxii: The First Time 1/3/2003
125. Sonnet Iii: Unlike Are We, Unlike 1/3/2003
126. Sonnet Xii: Indeed This Very Love 1/3/2003
127. To George Sand: A Recognition 5/13/2001
128. Sonnet 08 - What Can I Give Thee Back, O Liberal 1/13/2003
129. Sonnet Xli: I Thank All 1/3/2003
130. Minstrelsy 5/12/2001
131. Sonnet Xxii: When Our Two Souls Stand Up 1/3/2003
132. The Look 5/13/2001
133. Sonnet Vi: Go From Me 1/3/2003
134. Sonnet 25 - A Heavy Heart, Beloved, Have I Borne 1/13/2003
135. Sonnets From The Portuguese Iii 1/4/2003
136. Sonnet 39 - Because Thou Hast The Power And Own'st The Grace 1/13/2003
137. Sonnet 04 - Thou Hast Thy Calling To Some Palace-Floor 1/13/2003
138. Sonnet 34 - With The Same Heart, I Said, I'Ll Answer Thee 1/13/2003
139. Sonnet Xliii 12/31/2002
140. Sonnet 23 - Is It Indeed So? If I Lay Here Dead 1/13/2003
141. Sonnet 32 - The First Time That The Sun Rose On Thine Oath 1/13/2003
142. Xiv (If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought) 1/13/2003
143. The Weakest Thing 12/31/2002
144. The Lady's Yes 5/13/2001
145. Sonnet 09 - Can It Be Right To Give What I Can Give? 1/13/2003
146. Sonnet 30 - I See Thine Image Through My Tears To-Night 1/13/2003
147. The Meaning Of The Look 5/13/2001
148. Sonnet Xiv 12/31/2002
149. Ix 5/12/2001
150. Sonnet 24 - Let The World's Sharpness, Like A Clasping Knife 1/13/2003
151. Sonnet 17 - My Poet, Thou Canst Touch On All The Notes 1/13/2003
152. The Poet And The Bird 5/13/2001
153. Sonnet I 12/31/2002
154. Iv 5/12/2001
155. The Deserted Garden 5/12/2001
156. Perplexed Music 5/12/2001
157. The Prisoner 5/13/2001
158. Only A Curl. 1/1/2004
159. To George Sand: A Desire 5/13/2001
160. Sonnet 05 - I Lift My Heavy Heart Up Solemnly 1/13/2003

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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