Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

1. Vii 5/13/2001
2. Sonnet Vi 12/31/2002
3. Sonnet Ix 12/31/2002
4. Sonnet Xii 12/31/2002
5. Sonnet Xl 12/31/2002
6. Xlii 5/13/2001
7. Sonnets From The Portuguese Ii 1/4/2003
8. Xii 5/13/2001
9. Sonnet Viii 12/31/2002
10. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
11. Sonnet 31 - Thou Comest! All Is Said Without A Word 1/13/2003
12. Sonnet Xi 12/31/2002
13. Xxvii 5/13/2001
14. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
15. Sonnet Xliv 12/31/2002
16. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
17. Xxii 5/13/2001
18. Sonnet Xxviii: My Letters 1/3/2003
19. Xxviii 5/13/2001
20. Sonnet Xliv: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me 1/3/2003
21. Xliv 5/13/2001
22. Xxi 5/13/2001
23. Vi 5/13/2001
24. Xxix 5/13/2001
25. Xli 5/13/2001
26. Xix 5/13/2001
27. Sonnet Xiii 12/31/2002
28. Xvi 5/13/2001
29. Viii 5/13/2001
30. Sonnet Xxxiv 12/31/2002
31. Xxvi 5/13/2001
32. Sonnet Xxviii 12/31/2002
33. Xi 5/13/2001
34. Sonnet Xix 12/31/2002
35. Sonnet Xvi 12/31/2002
36. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
37. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
38. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
39. V 5/13/2001
40. Love 4/21/2015
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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