Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Oh, yes! They love through all this world of ours!
I will not gainsay love, called love forsoo...

WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound,
I strive and struggle to deliver right
That music...

THE seraph sings before the manifest
God-one, and in the burning of the Seven,
And with the f...

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Sho...

I COUNT the dismal time by months and years
Since last I felt the green sward under foot,
And ...

EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds
A dulcimer of patience in his hand;
Whence harmonies...

"O DREARY life!" we cry, "O dreary life!"
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through ...

Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong divineness which I know
For ...

A THOUGHT lay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like bees
For m...

WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn! Let the cloud
Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind,
Then break again...

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who...

THE Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word--
No gesture of reproach! The Heavens serene,
Though...

Let the world’ s sharpness like a clasping knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In th...

My future will not copy fair my past
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering ...

I think of thee!my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put ou...