Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 42 - 'My future will not copy fair my past'
... Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled ...
Sonnet 01 - I thought once how Theocritus had sung
... But, there, The silver answer rang,' Not Death, but Love ...
The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point
... . . as chill. --The sun may shine out as much as he will: ...
A Child Asleep
... Thy smile . . . but the overfair one, dropt from some aethereal mouth ...
My Heart and I
... Now, alone, We lean upon this graveyard stone, ...
Sonnet 11 - And therefore if to love can be desert
... As these you see, and trembling knees that fail ...
Sonnet 33 - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
... From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled, ...
The Autumn
... When Sorrow bids us weep!The dearest hands that clasp our hands, -- ...
Sonnet 13 - And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
... And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, ...
Sonnet 28 - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
... And this . . . O Love, thy words have ill availed ...
Sonnet 05 - I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
... That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred ...
Sonnet 35 - If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
... To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove ...
Tears
... Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert placeAnd touch but tombs,--look up I those tears will run ...
Sonnet 23 - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
... Then, love me, Love! look on mebreathe on me! ...
Past And Future
... Be fully done Supernal Will ! I would not fain be one ...
