Elizabeth Barrett Browning

36 poems

XIII - And wilt thou have me fashion into speech

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech / The love I bear thee, finding words enough,

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XIV - If thou must love me, let it be for nought

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

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XLIII - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. / I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XLIV - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers / Plucked in the garden, all the summer through,

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XV - Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear

Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear / Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XX - Beloved, my beloved, when I think

Beloved, my Beloved, when I think / That thou wast in the world a year ago,

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XXI - Say over again, and yet once over again

Say over again, and yet once over again, / That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XXIV - Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife

Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife / Shut in upon itself and do no harm

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XXV - A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne

A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne / From year to year until I saw thy face,

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XXVII - My own Beloved, who hast lifted me

My own Beloved, who hast lifted me / From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XXVIII - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! / And yet they seem alive and quivering

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XXX - I see thine image through my tears to-night

I see thine image through my tears to-night, / And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How

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XXXI - Thou comest! all is said without a word

Thou comest! all is said without a word. / I sit beneath thy looks, as children do

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XXXIII - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear / The name I used to run at, when a child,

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XXXV - If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange / And be all to me? Shall I never miss

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XXXVIII - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed / The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;

Elizabeth Barrett Browning