Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

201. The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point 12/31/2002
202. The Autumn 5/12/2001
203. Discontent 5/12/2001
204. I 5/12/2001
205. Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love 1/3/2003
206. From ‘the Soul’s Travelling’ 1/1/2004
207. Mother And Poet 1/1/2004
208. Cheerfulness Taught By Reason 5/12/2001
209. Sonnet 29 - I Think Of Thee!&Mdash;My Thoughts Do Twine And Bud 1/13/2003
210. Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed 1/13/2003
211. Grief 5/12/2001
212. Chorus Of Eden Spirits 1/1/2004
213. Pain In Pleasure 5/12/2001
214. Patience Taught By Nature 5/12/2001
215. Consolation 12/31/2002
216. Aurora Leigh (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
217. My Heart And I 1/1/2004
218. An Apprehension 5/12/2001
219. Adequacy 5/12/2001
220. A Sea-Side Walk 5/12/2001
221. The Best Thing In The World 12/31/2002
222. A Year's Spinning 1/13/2003
223. A Musical Instrument 5/12/2001
224. A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed 5/12/2001
225. Human Life’s Mystery 1/1/2004
226. A Child Asleep 5/12/2001
227. A Woman's Shortcomings 1/3/2003
228. Change Upon Change 5/12/2001
229. The Cry Of The Children 12/31/2002
230. A Man's Requirements 12/31/2002
231. A Curse For A Nation 5/12/2001
232. A Dead Rose 5/12/2001
233. Comfort 5/12/2001
234. Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways 1/13/2003
235. Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought 1/13/2003
236. How Do I Love Thee? 5/12/2001

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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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Sonnet Xli: I Thank All

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot

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