Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

121. Sonnet Xliii 12/31/2002
122. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
123. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
124. Sonnet Xv 12/31/2002
125. Sonnet Xv: Accuse Me Not 1/3/2003
126. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
127. Sonnet Xvi: And Yet, Because Thou 1/3/2003
128. Sonnet Xvii 12/31/2002
129. Sonnet Xvii: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch 1/3/2003
130. Sonnet Xviii: I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair 1/3/2003
131. Sonnet Xx Beloved, My Beloved 12/31/2002
132. Sonnet Xxi 12/31/2002
133. Sonnet Xxi: Say Over Again 1/3/2003
134. Sonnet Xxii 12/31/2002
135. Sonnet Xxii: When Our Two Souls Stand Up 1/3/2003
136. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
137. Sonnet Xxiii: Is It Indeed So? 1/3/2003
138. Sonnet Xxiv 12/31/2002
139. Sonnet Xxiv: Let The World's Sharpness 1/3/2003
140. Sonnet Xxix 12/31/2002
141. Sonnet Xxix: I Think Of Thee 1/3/2003
142. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
143. Sonnet Xxv: A Heavy Heart, Belovèd 1/3/2003
144. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
145. Sonnet Xxvi: I Lived With Visions 1/3/2003
146. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
147. Sonnet Xxvii: My Dear Belovèd 1/3/2003
148. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 5/13/2001
149. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
150. Sonnet Xxx: I See Thine Image 1/3/2003
151. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
152. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
153. Sonnet Xxxii 12/31/2002
154. Sonnet Xxxii: The First Time 1/3/2003
155. Sonnet Xxxiii 12/31/2002
156. Sonnet Xxxiii: Yes, Call Me By My Pet-Name! 1/3/2003
157. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
158. Sonnet Xxxiv: With The Same Heart 1/3/2003
159. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
160. Sonnet Xxxix: Because Thou Hast The Power 1/3/2003
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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Sonnet Xvii

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between his After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears. God's will devotes
Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

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