Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I HER hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark,
Her cheeks' pale opal burnt w...

I You remember down at Florence our Caseine,
Where the people on the feast-days walk and drive...

LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost
And ruffled without cause; complaining on--
Restless wit...

WE overstate the ills of life, and take
Imagination, given us to bring down
The choirs of sin...

The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
...

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And e...

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To sla...

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the ...

I see thine image through my tears to-night,
And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How
Refer the ...

I HAVE been in the meadows all the day
And gathered there the nosegay that you see:
Singing wi...

WHEN I attain to utter forth in verse
Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly
Along my pul...

I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
Which now upon my f...

Indeed this very love which is my boast,
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Doth...

I lived with visions for my company
Instead of men and women, years ago,
And found them gentl...

I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
And, looking in thine...