Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 24 - Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife
... Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill ...
Pain In Pleasure
... That I might hive with me such thoughts and please ...
The Look
... Wronged lovers loving through a death-pang keen, ...
Sonnet 37 - Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
... Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort ...
Sonnet 04 - Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
... And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor ...
Sonnet 08 - What can I give thee back, O liberal
... am I cold, Ungrateful, that for these most manifold ...
Sonnet 16 - And yet, because thou overcomest so
... Too close against thine heart henceforth to know ...
Exaggeration
... we walk upon The shadow of hills across a level thrown, ...
To George Sand: A Recognition
... Disproving thy man's name: and while before ...
The Lady's Yes
... By your truth she shall be true--- ...
A Sea-Side Walk
... The light was neither night's nor day's, but one ...
The Soul's Expression
... Breaks its own cloud, my flesh would perish there, ...
De Profundis
... Whose days eternally go on!XXIFor us, whatever's undergone, ...
To George Sand: A Desire
... Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions ...
Sonnet 19 - The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise
... . . The bay-crown's shade, Beloved, I surmise, ...
