Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets from the Portuguese 22: When our Two Souls
... Can the earth do to us, that we should not long ...
Sonnet XXXV: If I Leave All for Thee
... To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove ...
Sonnet XVI: And Yet, Because Thou
... Too close against thine heart henceforth to know ...
Work
... From thy hand and thy heart and thy brave cheer, ...
Sonnet XXXIX: Because Thou Hast the Power
... Nor all of which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,- ...
Sonnet III: Unlike Are We, Unlike
... A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through ...
Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth
... Then a youth Fresh from the backwoods, green as the underboughs, ...
Sonnet XXX: I See Thine Image
... Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight, ...
Sonnet XIV: If Thou Must Love Me
... Be changed, or change for thee,-and love, so wrought, ...
Sonnet IX: Can It Be Right to Give
... Out, alas! I will not soil thy purple with my dust, ...
Sonnet XXIV: Let the World's Sharpness
... Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill ...
The Sweetness Of England
... We were not lovers, nor even friends well-matched- ...
Sonnet XXVI: I Lived With Visions
... Their songs, their splendors (better, yet the same, ...
Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth
... But for me, Once killed, this ghost of Marian loves no more, ...
Sonnet IV: Thou Hast Thy Calling
... And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor ...
