Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Lord Walters Wife Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I ‘But where do you go?’ said the lady, while both sat under the yew,And her eyes were alive in their depth, as the kraken beneath the sea-blue. II ‘Because I fear you,’ he answered;–‘because you are far too fair,And able to strangle my soul in … Read more…

Lost Mistress Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitter About your cottage eaves! II. And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, I noticed that, to-day; One day more bursts them open fully —You know the red turns … Read more…

Meeting at Night Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand. II. … Read more…

Minstrelsy Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ For ever, since my childish looksCould rest on Nature’s pictured books;For ever, since my childish tongueCould name the themes our bards have sung;So long, the sweetness of their singingHath been to me a rapture bringing!Yet ask me not the reason whyI have delight in minstrelsy. I know that … Read more…

Mother and Poet Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east,And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Dead ! both my boys ! When you sit at the feastAnd are wanting a great song for Italy free,Let none look at … Read more…

My Heart and I Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I. ENOUGH ! we’re tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus,And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderlyThe hard types of the mason’s knife,As heaven’s sweet life renews earth’s lifeWith which we’re tired, my heart and … Read more…

Only a Curl Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a landUnvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you standWith a single gold curl in the handHeld up to be looked at by me, — II. While you ask me to ponder and sayWhat a father and mother … Read more…

On A Portrait Of Wordsworth Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloudEbb audibly along the mountain-wind,Then break against the rock, and show behindThe lowland valleys floating up to crowdThe sense with beauty. He with forehead bowedAnd humble-lidded eyes, as one inclinedBefore the sovran thought of his own mind,And very … Read more…

Pain In Pleasure Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,And drew around it other thoughts like beesFor multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;Whereat rejoicing, I desired the artOf the Greek whistler, who to wharf and martCould lure those insect swarms from orange-treesThat I might hive with me such … Read more…

Past And Future Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ MY future will not copy fair my pastOn any leaf but Heaven’s. Be fully doneSupernal Will ! I would not fain be oneWho, satisfying thirst and breaking fast,Upon the fulness of the heart at lastSays no grace after meat. My wine has runIndeed out of my … Read more…