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 Xxviii 12/31/2002
7. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
8. Xxxiv 5/13/2001
9. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
10. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
11. Xxx 5/13/2001
12. Viii 5/13/2001
13. Vii 5/13/2001
14. Xxxix 5/13/2001
15. Xxxiii 5/13/2001
16. Xxxvi 5/13/2001
17. Xxxi 5/13/2001
18. Sonnet Xxiii 12/31/2002
19. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
20. Xxxvii 5/13/2001
21. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
22. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
23. Xxvi 5/13/2001
24. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
25. Xv 5/13/2001
26. Xxviii 5/13/2001
27. Xxii 5/13/2001
28. Sonnet Xvii: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
30. Stanzas On The Death Of Lord Byron 3/24/2012
31. Xxix 5/13/2001
32. Xxvii 5/13/2001
33. V 5/13/2001
34. Sonnet Xxxi: Thou Comest! 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
36. Sonnet Xxvi: I Lived With Visions 1/3/2003
37. Xxxii 5/13/2001
38. Sonnet Xx 12/31/2002
39. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
40. Xxiii 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 Xvii

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between his After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears. God's will devotes
Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

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