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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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Cheerfulness Taught By Reason

... ' Because the way is short, I thank thee, God ...

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From ‘The Soul’s Travelling’

... Which paled Thee once with sighs,—by that strong death ...

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I

... But, there, The silver answer rang,--' Not Death, but Love ...

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Discontent

... Let a frost Or a small wasp have crept to the inner-most ...

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Adequacy

... Against this work-day world, this ill-spread feast, ...

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The Two Sayings

... Which HE, who could not sin yet suffered, turned ...

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On A Portrait Of Wordsworth

... By the high altar, singing prayer and prayerTo the higher Heavens ...

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An Apprehension

... Motive, condition, means, appliances,My false ideal joy and fickle woe, ...

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Perplexed Music

... Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds ...

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The Seraph and Poet

... Even so, Sing, seraph with the glory ! heaven is high ...

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Substitution

... Speak THOU, availing Christ !--and fill this pause ...

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Futurity

... Knowing ye are not lost for aye amongThe hills, with last year's thrush ...

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Chorus of Eden Spirits

... A time ago: God gave us golden cups, and we were bidden ...

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Irreparableness

... Back straightway to the fields and gather more ...

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Ix

... O my fears, That this can scarce be right ! We are not peers, ...