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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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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