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Born in March 6, 1806 / Died in June 29, 1861 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Cry Of The Children

...   Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart, ...

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Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love

... In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures ...

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Sonnet XXXIV: With the Same Heart

... That no child's foot could run as fast as this blood ...

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To

... Ev'n so these words, true to my heart, shall waken! ...

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Aurora Leigh: Book Two

... Oh, how far, How far and safe, God, dost thou keep thy saints ...

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Sonnet VI: Go From Me

... Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine ...

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Aurora Leigh: Book Seventh

... One, again, Looked sick for love,-seemed praying some soft saint ...

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Sonnet V: I Lift My Heavy Heart Up

... That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred ...

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Aurora Leigh: Book Sixth

... The police Shall track her, hound her, ferret their own soil ...

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Sonnet XLII: My Future

... Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled ...

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Sonnet I: I Thought Once How Theocritus

... Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, ...

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On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon

... Our Haydon's hand has flung out from the mist: ...

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Sonnet XXXIII: Yes, Call Me by My Pet-Name!

... Gather the north flowers to complete the south, ...

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Aurora Leigh: Book Three

... Am I coarse? Well, love's coarse, nature's coarse-ah, there's the rub ...

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Sonnet XIX: The Soul's Rialto

... Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath, ...