Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

TRUE genius, but true woman! Dost deny
Thy woman's nature with a manly scorn,
And break away ...

THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man,
Self-called George Sand! Whose soul, amid the ...

Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer of high poems! Where
The danc...

IF GOD compel thee to this destiny,
To die alone, --with none beside thy bed
To ruffle round w...

Thou comest! All is said without a word.
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-s...

THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
T...

I My little son, my Florentine,
Sit down beside my knee,
And I will tell you why the sign
...

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the ...

Because thou hast the power and own’ st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of ...

Belovë d, my Belovë d, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What t...

Belovë d, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through...

But only three in all God's universe Have heard this word thou hast said, Himself, beside
Thee ...

Can it be right to give what I can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as m...

I THINK we are too ready with complaint
In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope
Indeed beyo...

SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest I ...