An Apprehension
IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know / Concentred in one heart their gentleness,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
36 poems
Best Thing In The World, The
What’s the best thing in the world? / June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Cheerfulness Taught By Reason
I THINK we are too ready with complaint / In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope
Discontent
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost / And ruffled without cause, complaining on--
Grief
I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless; / That only men incredulous of despair,
Insufficiency
When I attain to utter forth in verse / Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly
Irreparableness
I HAVE been in the meadows all the day / And gathered there the nosegay that you see
Pain In Pleasure
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart, / And drew around it other thoughts like bees
Patience Taught By Nature
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! ' / And still the generations of the birds
Rosalinds Scroll
I left thee last, a child at heart, / A woman scarce in years:
Tears
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not / More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
The Prisoner
I count the dismal time by months and years / Since last I felt the green sward under foot,
The Soul's Expression
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound / I strive and struggle to deliver right
V - I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, / As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
VII - The face of all the world is changed, I think
The face of all the world is changed, I think, / Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Weakest Thing, The
Which is the weakest thing of all / Mine heart can ponder?
Work
WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil; / Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines
X - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed / And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
XI - And therefore if to love can be desert
And therefore if to love can be desert, / I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
XII - Indeed this very love which is my boast
Indeed this very love which is my boast, / And which, when rising up from breast to brow,