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Elizabeth
Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)
- Adequacy
- Apprehension, An
- Aurora Leigh
- Autumn, The
- Best Thing in the World, The
- Change Upon Change
- Cheerfulness Taught By Reason
- Child Asleep, A
- Comfort
- Consolation
- Cry of the Children, The
- Curse for a Nation, A
- De Profundis
- Dead Rose, A
- Deserted Garden, The
- Discontent
- Exaggeration
- Grief
- House of Clouds, The
- How Do I Love Thee?
- Insufficiency
- Irreparableness
- Lady's Yes, The
- Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers, The
- Look, The
- Lord Walter's Wife
- Man's Requirements
- Meaning of the Look, The
- Minstrelsy
- Musical Instrument, A
- My Heart and I
- On a Portrait of Wordsworth by B.R. Haydon
- Pain in Pleasure
- Poet and the Bird, The
- Prisoner, The
- Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point, The
- Sea-Side Walk, A
- Seraph and the Poet, The
- Sonnets from the Portuguese
- I - I thought once how Theocritus had sung
- II - But only three in all God's universe
- III - Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
- IV - Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
- V - I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
- VI - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
- VII - The face of all the world is changed, I think
- VIII - What can I give thee back, O liberal
- IX - Can it be right to give what I can give?
- X - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
- XI - And therefore if to love can be desert
- XII - Indeed this very love which is my boast
- XIII - And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
- XIV - If thou must love me, let it be for nought
- XV - Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
- XVI - And yet, because thou overcomest so
- XVII - My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
- XVIII - I never gave a lock of hair away
- XIX - The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
- XX - Beloved, my beloved, when I think
- XXI - Say over again, and yet once over again
- XXII - When our two souls stand up erect and strong
- XXIII - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
- XXIV - Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
- XXV - A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
- XXVI - I lived with visions for my company
- XXVII - My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
- XXVIII - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
- XXIX - I think of thee!--my thoughts do twine and bud
- XXX - I see thine image through my tears to-night
- XXXI - Thou comest! all is said without a word
- XXXII - The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
- XXXIII - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
- XXXIV - With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
- XXXV - - If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
- XXXVI - When we met first and loved, I did not build
- XXXVII - Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
- XXXVIII - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
- XXXIX - Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
- XL - Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
- XLI - I thank all who have loved me in their hearts
- XLII - My future will not copy fair my past
- XLIII - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
- XLIV - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
- Soul's Expression, The
- Substitution
- Thought For a Lonely Death-Bed, A
- To
- To Flush, My Dog
- To George Sand: A Desire
- To George Sand: A Recognition
- Two Sayings, The
- Valediction, A
- Weakest Thing, The
- Work
- Work and Contemplation
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