Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

121. The Prisoner 5/13/2001
122. The Two Sayings 5/13/2001
123. The Seraph And Poet 5/13/2001
124. Sonnet 16 - And Yet, Because Thou Overcomest So 1/13/2003
125. To 5/13/2001
126. Sonnet Xxxii: The First Time 1/3/2003
127. To George Sand: A Desire 5/13/2001
128. Sonnet Iii: Unlike Are We, Unlike 1/3/2003
129. Sonnet I 12/31/2002
130. Sonnet Xii: Indeed This Very Love 1/3/2003
131. Sonnet 08 - What Can I Give Thee Back, O Liberal 1/13/2003
132. Sonnet Xli: I Thank All 1/3/2003
133. Minstrelsy 5/12/2001
134. Sonnet Xxii: When Our Two Souls Stand Up 1/3/2003
135. Sonnet 30 - I See Thine Image Through My Tears To-Night 1/13/2003
136. The Look 5/13/2001
137. Sonnet Xliii 12/31/2002
138. The Meaning Of The Look 5/13/2001
139. Sonnet Vi: Go From Me 1/3/2003
140. Sonnet 25 - A Heavy Heart, Beloved, Have I Borne 1/13/2003
141. Sonnets From The Portuguese Iii 1/4/2003
142. Flush Or Faunus 1/5/2015
143. Sonnet 39 - Because Thou Hast The Power And Own'st The Grace 1/13/2003
144. Sonnet 04 - Thou Hast Thy Calling To Some Palace-Floor 1/13/2003
145. Sonnet 34 - With The Same Heart, I Said, I'Ll Answer Thee 1/13/2003
146. Sonnet 23 - Is It Indeed So? If I Lay Here Dead 1/13/2003
147. The Poet And The Bird 5/13/2001
148. Sonnet 32 - The First Time That The Sun Rose On Thine Oath 1/13/2003
149. Xiv (If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought) 1/13/2003
150. The Weakest Thing 12/31/2002
151. The Lady's Yes 5/13/2001
152. Sonnet 09 - Can It Be Right To Give What I Can Give? 1/13/2003
153. Lord Walter's Wife 12/31/2002
154. Sonnet Xiv 12/31/2002
155. Ix 5/12/2001
156. Sonnet 17 - My Poet, Thou Canst Touch On All The Notes 1/13/2003
157. Iv 5/12/2001
158. The Deserted Garden 5/12/2001
159. Perplexed Music 5/12/2001
160. Iii 5/12/2001

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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

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