Poet
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A Child Asleep
How he sleepeth! having drunken
A Dead Rose
O Rose! who dares to name thee?
A Musical Instrument
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed
IF God compel thee to this destiny,
Aurora Leigh (excerpts)
[Book 1]
A Woman's Shortcomings
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed,
Human Life’s Mystery
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,
Lord Walter's Wife
I
Mother and Poet
I.
On A Portrait Of Wordsworth
WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud
Pain In Pleasure
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
Patience Taught By Nature
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
Perplexed Music
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds
Sonnet 07 - The face of all the world is changed, I think
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Sonnet 09 - Can it be right to give what I can give?
Can it be right to give what I can give?
Sonnet 12 - Indeed this very love which is my boast
Indeed this very love which is my boast,
Sonnet 16 - And yet, because thou overcomest so
And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Sonnet 19 - The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise
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Sonnet 21 - Say over again, and yet once over again
Say over again, and yet once over again,
Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Sonnet 23 - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Sonnet 30 - I see thine image through my tears to-night
I see thine image through my tears to-night,
Sonnet 32 - The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
Sonnet 33 - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
Sonnet 34 - With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
Sonnet 38 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
Sonnet 40 - Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
The Autumn
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
The Cry Of The Children
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
The breaking waves dashed high
The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers
The breaking waves dashed high
To Flush, My Dog
Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
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