Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

1. Paraphrase on Anacreon: Ode to the Swallow 5/20/2015
2. Love 4/21/2015
3. Flush Or Faunus 1/5/2015
4. Xii 5/13/2001
5. Xli 5/13/2001
6. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
7. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
8. Xxxiv 5/13/2001
9. Xxx 5/13/2001
10. Viii 5/13/2001
11. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
12. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
13. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
14. Vii 5/13/2001
15. Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron 3/24/2012
16. Xxxvi 5/13/2001
17. Xxxix 5/13/2001
18. Xxxiii 5/13/2001
19. Xxxi 5/13/2001
20. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
21. Xxxvii 5/13/2001
22. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
23. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
24. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
25. Xxvi 5/13/2001
26. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
27. Xv 5/13/2001
28. Xxii 5/13/2001
29. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
30. Xxix 5/13/2001
31. Xxvii 5/13/2001
32. V 5/13/2001
33. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
34. Xxxii 5/13/2001
35. Xxiii 5/13/2001
36. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
37. Xx 5/13/2001
38. Xix 5/13/2001
39. Sonnet Xvii 12/31/2002
40. Xxiv 5/13/2001
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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