Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

1. How Do I Love Thee? 5/12/2001
2. Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought 1/13/2003
3. Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways 1/13/2003
4. Comfort 5/12/2001
5. A Dead Rose 5/12/2001
6. A Curse For A Nation 5/12/2001
7. The Cry Of The Children 12/31/2002
8. A Man's Requirements 12/31/2002
9. A Child Asleep 5/12/2001
10. A Woman's Shortcomings 1/3/2003
11. Change Upon Change 5/12/2001
12. A Sea-Side Walk 5/12/2001
13. The Best Thing In The World 12/31/2002
14. A Musical Instrument 5/12/2001
15. My Heart And I 1/1/2004
16. A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed 5/12/2001
17. Human Life’s Mystery 1/1/2004
18. Consolation 12/31/2002
19. A Year's Spinning 1/13/2003
20. Grief 5/12/2001
21. Adequacy 5/12/2001
22. Cheerfulness Taught By Reason 5/12/2001
23. Aurora Leigh (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
24. Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed 1/13/2003
25. Chorus Of Eden Spirits 1/1/2004
26. Sonnet 38 - First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed 1/13/2003
27. De Profundis 12/31/2002
28. An Apprehension 5/12/2001
29. Discontent 5/12/2001
30. Pain In Pleasure 5/12/2001
31. Tears 5/12/2001
32. From ‘the Soul’s Travelling’ 1/1/2004
33. Sonnet Xiii: And Wilt Thou Have Me 1/3/2003
34. I 5/12/2001
35. Sonnet 06 - Go From Me. Yet I Feel That I Shall Stand 1/13/2003
36. Exaggeration 5/12/2001
37. Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love 1/3/2003
38. The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point 12/31/2002
39. The Autumn 5/12/2001
40. The Soul's Expression 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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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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