Poet

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

33 poems in the collection

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 XIX 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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