Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Gender: 
Female
  • 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...

  • 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...

  • 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...

  • 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...