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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon
    Wordsworth upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud

  Prisoner, The
    I count the dismal time by months and years

  Seraph and Poet, The
    The seraph sings before the manifest

  Soul's Expression, The
    With stammering lips and insufficient sound

  Sonnet XIX
    The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise;

  Two Sayings, The
    Two sayings of the Holy Scriptures beat

  Autumn, The
    Go, sit upon the lofty hill

  Cry Of The Children, The
    Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers

  Deserted Garden, The
    I mind me in the days departed

  House Of Clouds, The
    I would build a cloudy House

  Lady's Yes, The
    "Yes," I answered you last night

  Meaning Of The Look, The
    I think that look of Christ might seem to say--

  Look, The
    The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word,

  Pain In Pleasure
    A thought ay like a flower upon mine heart,

  Sonnet XXXVII
    Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,

  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

  Sonnet XXI
    Say over again, and yet once over again,

  Substitution
    When some beloved voice that was to you

  Tears
    Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not

  Sonnet VII
    The face of all the world is changed, I think,

  Sonnet XXXII
    The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

  Poet And The Bird, The
    Said a people to a poet---" Go out from among us straightway!

  Sonnet XXXI
    Thou comest ! all is said without a word.

  Sonnet XXXIII
    Yes, call me by my pet-name ! let me hear

  Sonnet X
    Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

  A Man's Requirements
    Love me Sweet, with all thou art,

  How Do I Love Thee?
    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

  Best Thing in the World, The
    What's the best thing in the world?

  De Profundis
    The face, which, duly as the sun,

  Consolation
    All are not taken; there are left behind

  Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers, The
    The breaking waves dashed high

  Lord Walter's Wife
    'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew,

  Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point, The
    I stand on the mark beside the shore

  Work
    What are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil;

  Work And Contemplation
    The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel

  Sonnet IV
    Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,

  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

  To
    Mine is a wayward lay

  To Flush, My Dog
    Loving friend, the gift of one

  Sonnet III
    Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !

  Sonnet VIII
    What can I give thee back, O liberal

  Sonnet XXII
    When our two souls stand up erect and strong,

  Sonnet XXXVI
    When we met first and loved, I did not build

  Sonnet XXXIV
    With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee

  Weakest Thing, The
    Which is the weakest thing of all

  Sonnet XXV
    A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne

  Sonnet XXXIX
    Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace

  Sonnet XX
    Beloved, my Beloved, when I think

  Sonnet XLIV
    Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers

  Sonnet II
    But only three in all God's universe

  Sonnet IX
    Can it be right to give what I can give ?

  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

  Discontent
    Light human nature is too lightly tost

  Exaggeration
    We overstate the ills of life, and take

  Sonnet XVI
    And yet, because thou overcomest so,

  Sonnet XIII
    And wilt thou have me fashion into speech

  A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed
    If God compel thee to this destiny,

  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 Musical Instrument
    What was he doing, the great god Pan

  A Sea-Side Walk
     We walked beside the sea

  Sonnet XV
    Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear

  Adequacy
    Now, by the verdure on thy thousand hills,

  An Apprehension
    If all the gentlest-hearted friends I know

  Sonnet XI
    And therefore if to love can be desert,

  Sonnet XXXVIII
    First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

  Futurity
    And, O beloved voices, upon which

  Sonnet XII
    Indeed this very love which is my boast,

  Insufficiency
    When I attain to utter forth in verse

  Irreparableness
    I have been in the meadows all the day

  Sonnet XXIII
    Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,

  Sonnet XXIV
    Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife,

  Minstrelsy
    For ever, since my childish look

  Sonnet XLII
    ' My future will not copy fair my past'--

  Sonnet XXVIII
    My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white !

  Sonnet XXVII
    My own Beloved, who hast lifted me

  Sonnet XVII
    My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes

  Sonnet XIV
    If thou must love me, let it be for nought

  Sonnet XXXV
    If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

  Sonnet VI
    Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

  Grief
    I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;

  Sonnet XLIII
    How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.

  Sonnet V
    I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,

  Sonnet XXVI
    I lived with visions for my company

  Sonnet XVIII
    I never gave a lock of hair away

  Sonnet XXX
    I see thine image through my tears to-night,

  Sonnet XLI
    I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,

  Sonnet XXIX
    I think of thee !--my thoughts do twine and bud

  Sonnet I
    I thought once how Theocritus had sung

  Sonnet XL
    Oh, yes ! they love through all this world of ours !