Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets from the Portuguese 28: My Letters!
... And this ... O Love, thy words have ill availed, ...
Sonnet XVII: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch
... or a fine Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese 6: Go from me
... What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine ...
Sonnet XXXVII: Pardon, Oh, Pardon
... Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort ...
Sonnet XXXVIII: First Time He Kissed Me
... That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown, ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese 20: Beloved, my Beloved
... Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white ...
Sonnet XXXII: The First Time
... To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste, ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese 14: If Thou
... Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,— ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese 44: Beloved, thou has brought me many flowers
... Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese 35: If I Leave all for thee
... That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, ...
Love
... But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth ...
Sonnet II: But Only Three in All God's Universe
... The deathweights, placed there, would have signified ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese 7: The Face
... And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese 1: I Thought how Theocritus
... Of the sweet years, the dear and wished for years, ...
To My Father on His Birthday
... The names that made our childhood dear&mdash ...
