Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

201. I 5/12/2001
202. Sonnet 42 - 'My Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past' 1/13/2003
203. The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point 12/31/2002
204. Discontent 5/12/2001
205. De Profundis 12/31/2002
206. Patience Taught By Nature 5/12/2001
207. Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love 1/3/2003
208. From ‘the Soul’s Travelling’ 1/1/2004
209. Chorus Of Eden Spirits 1/1/2004
210. Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed 1/13/2003
211. Cheerfulness Taught By Reason 5/12/2001
212. Mother And Poet 1/1/2004
213. Grief 5/12/2001
214. Pain In Pleasure 5/12/2001
215. Consolation 12/31/2002
216. Aurora Leigh (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
217. An Apprehension 5/12/2001
218. Adequacy 5/12/2001
219. My Heart And I 1/1/2004
220. A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed 5/12/2001
221. A Sea-Side Walk 5/12/2001
222. The Best Thing In The World 12/31/2002
223. A Year's Spinning 1/13/2003
224. A Musical Instrument 5/12/2001
225. A Woman's Shortcomings 1/3/2003
226. Human Life’s Mystery 1/1/2004
227. A Child Asleep 5/12/2001
228. Change Upon Change 5/12/2001
229. A Man's Requirements 12/31/2002
230. A Curse For A Nation 5/12/2001
231. The Cry Of The Children 12/31/2002
232. A Dead Rose 5/12/2001
233. Comfort 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 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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