Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Rosalind's Scroll
... They whisper'd oft, 'She sleepeth soft'-- ...
Ii
... Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside ...
Iv
... And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor ...
Minstrelsy
... Years pass -- my life with them shall pass: ...
Iii
... The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew,-- ...
Sonnet XXXVI: When We Met First
... And strong since then, I think that God has willed ...
Sonnet XIII: And Wilt Thou Have Me
... out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood ...
Sonnet VII: The Face of All the World
... And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear ...
Sonnet XL: Oh, Yes! They Love
... Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch, ...
Sonnet XXXI: Thou Comest!
... These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those, ...
Sonnet XXVIII: My Letters
... This said, I am thine - and so its ink has paled ...
Aurora Leigh: Book One
... Alas, alas! This hurts most, this-that, after all, we are paid ...
The North And The South
... "For the flowers that blaze, and the trees that aspire, ...
Sonnet XLI: I Thank All
... To hearken what I said between my tears,&hellip ...
Sonnet XXIX: I Think of Thee
... Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see ...
