Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 40 Oh yes they love through all this world of ours Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth. I have heard love talked in my early youth,And since, not so long back but that the flowersThen gathered, smell … Read more…

Sonnet 41 I thank all who have loved me in their hearts Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to allWho paused a little near the prison-wallTo hear my music in its louder partsEre they went onward, each … Read more…

Sonnet 42 My future will not copy fair my past Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ My future will not copy fair my past’?I wrote that once; and thinking at my sideMy ministering life-angel justifiedThe word by his appealing look upcastTo the white throne of God, I turned at last,And there, instead, saw thee, not … Read more…

Sonnet 43 How do I love thee Let me count the ways Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love … Read more…

Sonnet 44 Beloved thou hast brought me many flowers Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowersPlucked in the garden, all the summer throughAnd winter, and it seemed as if they grewIn this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of … Read more…

Substitution Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ WHEN some beloved voice that was to youBoth sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly,And silence, against which you dare not cry,Aches round you like a strong disease and new–What hope ? what help ? what music will undoThat silence to your sense ? Not friendship’s sigh,Not reason’s subtle count; … Read more…

Tears Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer notMore grief than ye can weep for. That is well–That is light grieving ! lighter, none befellSince Adam forfeited the primal lot. Tears ! what are tears ? The babe weeps in its cot,The mother singing, at her marriage-bellThe bride … Read more…

The Autumn Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Go, sit upon the lofty hill,And turn your eyes around,Where waving woods and waters wildDo hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them —The summer flowers depart —Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,Except your musing heart. How there you sat in summer-time,May … Read more…

The Best Thing In The World Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ What’s the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled; Sweet south-wind, that means no rain; Truth, not cruel to a friend; Pleasure, not in haste to end; Beauty, not self-decked and curled Till its pride is over-plain; Light, that never makes … Read more…

The Cry Of The Children Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,Ere the sorrow comes with years?They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows,The young birds are chirping in the nest,The young fawns … Read more…