Title Poet Year Written Collection Body
Sonnets from the PortugueseXXI. Say over again, and yet once over again Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

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 fresh spring in all her...

Sonnets from the Portuguese, 14 Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile---her...

A Portrait Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

 “One name is Elizabeth.”
—BEN JONSON.    

I WILL paint her as I see her.
  Ten times have the lilies blown
  Since she looked upon the sun.

And her face is lily-clear,
  Lily-shaped, and dropped in duty
  To the law of its own beauty....

Sonnets from the PortugueseXXVIII. My letters! all dead paper,… mute and white! Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

My letters! all dead paper,… mute and white!—
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
This said,… he wished to have me in his sight
Once, as a friend: this fixed a...

The Romance of the Swan’s Nest Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

  LITTLE Ellie sits alone
Mid the beeches of a meadow,
  By a stream-side on the grass,
  And the trees are showering down
Doubles of their leaves in shadow,
  On her shining hair and face.

  She has thrown her bonnet by,
And her feet she...

I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet...

Sonnets from the PortugueseXXXV. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this...

Hopeless Grief Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

I Tell you, hopeless grief is passionless,—
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upwards to God’s throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries lieth silent-...

Sonnets from the PortugueseXVIII. I never gave a lock of hair away Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

I Never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully
I ring out to the full brown length and say
“Take it.” My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot’s glee.
Nor...

Mother and Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

Turin,—After News from Gaëta, 1861
   Laura Savio of Turin, a poetess and patriot, whose sons were killed at Ancona and Gaëta.

DEAD! one of them shot by the sea in the east,
  And one of them shot in the west by the sea.
Dead! both my boys! When you sit at the...

Two Sayings Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

Two sayings of the Holy Scriptures beat
Like pulses in the Church’s brow and breast;
And by them we find rest in our unrest,
And heart-deep in salt tears, do yet entreat
God’s fellowship, as if on heavenly seat.
The first is Jesus wept, whereon is prest...

Sonnets from the PortugueseVI. Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of...

Sonnets from the PortugueseXLIII. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light...

Sonnets from the PortugueseXXXIX. Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly
With their rains,) and behold my soul’s true face,
The dim and weary witness of life’s race,—
Because thou hast...

Tears Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well—
That is light grieving! lighter, none befell,
Since Adam forfeited the primal lot.
Tears! what are tears? The babe weeps in its cot,
The mother singing; at her...

De Profundis Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

The Face which, duly as the sun,
Rose up for me with life begun,
To mark all bright hours of the day
With daily love, is dimmed away—
    And yet my days go on, go on.

The tongue which, like a stream, could run
Smooth music from the roughest...

Lord Walter’s Wife Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

“but why do you go?” said the lady, while both sate under the yew,
And her eyes were alive in their depth, as the kraken beneath the sea-blue.

“Because I fear you,” he answered;—“because you are far too fair,
And able to strangle my soul in a mesh of your gold-colored...

Comfort Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Speak to me as Mary at thy feet—
And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
Let...

Sonnets from the PortugueseXXXVIII. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1826

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And, ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O list!”
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here,...

How Do I Love Thee Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1850

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love...