1. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  2. 1800
That England

From “Aurora Leigh”
WHOEVER lives true life, will love true love.
I learned to love that England. Very oft,
Before the day was born, or otherwise
Through secret windings of the afternoons,
I threw my hunters off and plunged myself
Among the deep...

Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Parting Lovers

Sienna
I Love thee, love thee, Giulio!
  Some call me cold, and some demure,
And if thou hast ever guessed that so
  I love thee … well;—the proof was poor,
  And no one could be sure.

Before thy song (with shifted rhymes
  To suit my name...

Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A Court Lady

Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark,
Her cheeks’ pale opal burnt with a red and restless spark.

Never was lady of Milan nobler in name and in race;
Never was lady of Italy fairer to see in the face.

Never was lady on earth more true as...

Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Mondd újra

Mondd újra s újra mondd és újra mondd,
hogy szeretsz! Bár az ismételt szavak
kakukknótához hasonlítanak,
emlékezz rá, hogy se mező, se domb
nincs kakukknóta nélkül, ha a lomb
újul tavasszal s kizöldül a mag.
Egyszeri szó, mint szellem hangja, vak
...

Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning