Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems (143 Poems)
Only a Curl. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With a single gold curl in the hand Held up to be looked at by me, — II. While … Continue reading
The Sweetness Of England (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy’s house behind,I dared to rest, or wander,-like a restMade sweeter for the step upon the grass,-And view the ground’s most gentle dimplement,(As if God’s finger … Continue reading
The Romaunt of Margret (excerpts) (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
IX “My lips do need thy breath, My lips do need thy smile, And my pallid eyne, that light in thine Which met the stars erewhile: Yet go with light and … Continue reading
The North And The South (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I “Now give us lands where the olives grow,” Cried the North to the South, “Where the sun with a golden mouth can blow Blow bubbles of grapes down a vineyard-row!” Cried the North to the South. “Now give … Continue reading
To (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Mine is a wayward lay;And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string, Proveth a truant thing,Whenso some names I love, send it away! For then, eyes swimming o’er,And clasped hands, and smiles in fondness meant, … Continue reading
The Lady’s Yes. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Yes ! I answered you last night ; ” No !” this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen by candle-light, Will not look the same by day. When the tabors played their best, Lamps above, and … Continue reading
Sonnet XXIX: I Think of Thee (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I think of thee! — my thoughts do twine and bud About thee,as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad leaves, and soon there’s nought to see Except the straggling green which hides the wood. Yet, O my palm-tree, … Continue reading
Sonnet XXI: Say Over Again (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem “a cuckoo-song,”as thou dost treat it, Remember, never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain Comes the … Continue reading
Past and Future. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven’s. Be fully done, Supernal Will ! I would not fain be one Who, satisfying thirst and breaking fast Upon the fulness of the heart, at last Saith … Continue reading
Sonnet XIV: If Thou Must Love Me (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
If thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love’s sake only. Do not say“I love her for her smile—her look—her wayOf speaking gently,—for a trick of thoughtThat falls in well with mine, and certes broughtA sense of … Continue reading
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