Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

201. Discontent 5/12/2001
202. Sonnet 29 - I Think Of Thee!&Mdash;My Thoughts Do Twine And Bud 1/13/2003
203. Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love 1/3/2003
204. Sonnet 38 - First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed 1/13/2003
205. The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point 12/31/2002
206. From ‘the Soul’s Travelling’ 1/1/2004
207. I 5/12/2001
208. Patience Taught By Nature 5/12/2001
209. Mother And Poet 1/1/2004
210. Cheerfulness Taught By Reason 5/12/2001
211. Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed 1/13/2003
212. Grief 5/12/2001
213. Chorus Of Eden Spirits 1/1/2004
214. Pain In Pleasure 5/12/2001
215. Consolation 12/31/2002
216. A Musical Instrument 5/12/2001
217. Aurora Leigh (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
218. An Apprehension 5/12/2001
219. Adequacy 5/12/2001
220. The Best Thing In The World 12/31/2002
221. My Heart And I 1/1/2004
222. A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed 5/12/2001
223. A Year's Spinning 1/13/2003
224. A Sea-Side Walk 5/12/2001
225. A Child Asleep 5/12/2001
226. Human Life’s Mystery 1/1/2004
227. A Woman's Shortcomings 1/3/2003
228. A Man's Requirements 12/31/2002
229. Change Upon Change 5/12/2001
230. The Cry Of The Children 12/31/2002
231. A Curse For A Nation 5/12/2001
232. Comfort 5/12/2001
233. A Dead Rose 5/12/2001
234. Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought 1/13/2003
235. Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways 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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