Elizabeth Barrett Browning (6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)
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Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning : 87 / 243
Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
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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 everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the 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 life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning : 87 / 243
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NO GREATER LOVE POEM WAS EVER WRITTEN, EVER
Praiseworthy piece of work. An expression of keen loving nature of a beloved is shown with quite justification humour.
Perfection....................................
A great poem in countless ways.
Being able to express such depth of love is unique. I pray it followed her into eternity.
i hope most of us can still say those
words like we really mean it. happy
valentines day, please enjoy,
Beautiful write....Just simply beautiful.
There is nothing here of 'the heats which my veins fill' (Donne) . Pity the man who is loved only like this!
Obviously a deep love from heart to heart....wonderfully written poem from a juvenile mind....good
Graceful expression of boundless love...
Perfectly...