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Elizabeth Barrett Browning


  • A Child Asleep
        How he sleepeth! having drunke
  • A Curse For A Nation
       I heard an angel speak last night,
  • A Dead Rose
        O Rose! who dares to name thee
  • A Man's Requirements
       Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
  • A Musical Instrument
       What was he doing, the great god Pan
  • A Sea-Side Walk
        We walked beside the sea
  • A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed
       If God compel thee to this destiny,
  • Adequacy
       Now, by the verdure on thy thousand hills,
  • An Apprehension
       If all the gentlest-hearted friends I know
  • Autumn, The
       Go, sit upon the lofty hill
  • Best Thing in the World, The
       What's the best thing in the world?
  • Change Upon Change
       Five months ago the stream did flow
  • Cheerfulness Taught By Reason
       I think we are too ready with complaint
  • Comfort
       Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
  • Consolation
       All are not taken; there are left behind
  • Cry Of The Children, The
       Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers
  • De Profundis
       The face, which, duly as the sun,
  • Deserted Garden, The
       I mind me in the days departed
  • Discontent
       Light human nature is too lightly tost
  • Exaggeration
       We overstate the ills of life, and take
  • Futurity
       And, O beloved voices, upon which
  • Grief
       I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
  • House Of Clouds, The
       I would build a cloudy House
  • How Do I Love Thee?
       How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
  • Insufficiency
       When I attain to utter forth in verse
  • Irreparableness
       I have been in the meadows all the day
  • Lady's Yes, The
       "Yes," I answered you last night
  • Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers, The
       The breaking waves dashed high
  • Look, The
       The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word,
  • Lord Walter's Wife
       'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew,
  • Meaning Of The Look, The
       I think that look of Christ might seem to say--
  • Minstrelsy
       For ever, since my childish look
  • On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon
       Wordsworth upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud
  • Pain In Pleasure
       A thought ay like a flower upon mine heart,
  • Past And Future
       My future will not copy fair my past
  • Patience Taught By Nature
       'O dreary life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
  • Perplexed Music
       Experience, like a pale musician, holds
  • Poet And The Bird, The
       Said a people to a poet---" Go out from among us straightway!
  • Prisoner, The
       I count the dismal time by months and years
  • Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point, The
       I stand on the mark beside the shore
  • Seraph and Poet, The
       The seraph sings before the manifest
  • Sonnet I
       I thought once how Theocritus had sung
  • Sonnet II
       But only three in all God's universe
  • Sonnet III
       Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !
  • Sonnet IV
       Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
  • Sonnet IX
       Can it be right to give what I can give ?
  • Sonnet V
       I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
  • Sonnet VI
       Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
  • Sonnet VII
       The face of all the world is changed, I think,
  • Sonnet VIII
       What can I give thee back, O liberal
  • Sonnet X
       Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
  • Sonnet XI
       And therefore if to love can be desert,
  • Sonnet XII
       Indeed this very love which is my boast,
  • Sonnet XIII
       And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
  • Sonnet XIV
       If thou must love me, let it be for nought
  • Sonnet XIX
       The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise;
  • Sonnet XL
       Oh, yes ! they love through all this world of ours !
  • Sonnet XLI
       I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
  • Sonnet XLII
       ' My future will not copy fair my past'--
  • Sonnet XLIII
       How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.
  • Sonnet XLIV
       Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
  • Sonnet XV
       Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
  • Sonnet XVI
       And yet, because thou overcomest so,
  • Sonnet XVII
       My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
  • Sonnet XVIII
       I never gave a lock of hair away
  • Sonnet XX
       Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
  • Sonnet XXI
       Say over again, and yet once over again,
  • Sonnet XXII
       When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
  • Sonnet XXIII
       Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,
  • Sonnet XXIV
       Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife,
  • Sonnet XXIX
       I think of thee !--my thoughts do twine and bud
  • Sonnet XXV
       A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
  • Sonnet XXVI
       I lived with visions for my company
  • Sonnet XXVII
       My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
  • Sonnet XXVIII
       My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white !
  • Sonnet XXX
       I see thine image through my tears to-night,
  • Sonnet XXXI
       Thou comest ! all is said without a word.
  • Sonnet XXXII
       The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
  • Sonnet XXXIII
       Yes, call me by my pet-name ! let me hear
  • Sonnet XXXIV
       With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
  • Sonnet XXXIX
       Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
  • Sonnet XXXV
       If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
  • Sonnet XXXVI
       When we met first and loved, I did not build
  • Sonnet XXXVII
       Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,
  • Sonnet XXXVIII
       First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
  • Soul's Expression, The
       With stammering lips and insufficient sound
  • Substitution
       When some beloved voice that was to you
  • Tears
       Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
  • To
       Mine is a wayward lay
  • To Flush, My Dog
       Loving friend, the gift of one
  • To George Sand: A Desire
       Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man,
  • To George Sand: A Recognition
       True genius, but true woman ! dost deny
  • Two Sayings, The
       Two sayings of the Holy Scriptures beat
  • Weakest Thing, The
       Which is the weakest thing of all
  • Work
       What are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil;
  • Work And Contemplation
       The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel