Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Patience Taught By Nature By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Patience Taught By Nature By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

‘O dreary life,’ we cry, ‘ O dreary life ! ‘ And still the generations of the birds Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds Serenely live while we are keeping strife With Heaven’s true purpose in us, as a knife Against which we may struggle ! Ocean girds Unsl... »

To Flush, My Dog By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

To Flush, My Dog By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Loving friend, the gift of one Who her own true faith has run Through thy lower nature, Be my benediction said With my hand upon thy head, Gentle fellow-creature! Like a lady’s ringlets brown, Flow thy silken ears adown Either side demurely Of thy silver-suited breast Shining out from all the ... »

A Man’s Requirements By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A Man’s Requirements By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in full being. II Love me with thine open youth In its frank surrender; With the vowing of thy mouth, With its silence tender. III Love me with thine azure eyes, Made for earnest grantings; Taking co... »

A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If God compel thee to this destiny, To die alone, with none beside thy bed To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee,– Pray then alone, ‘ O Christ, come tenderly ! By thy forsaken Sonship in the red Drear wine-press,–by the wilderness... »

The Weakest Thing By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Weakest Thing By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness yonder? The cloud, a little wind can move Where’er it listeth? The wind, a little leaf above, Though sere, resisteth? What time that yellow leaf was green, My days were gladder; But now, wha... »

The Lady’s Yes By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Lady’s Yes By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“Yes,” I answered you last night; “No,” this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the same by day. When the viols played their best, Lamps above, and laughs below– Love me sounded like a jest, Fit for Yes or fit for No. Call me false, or call ... »

Irreparableness By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Irreparableness By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I have been in the meadows all the day And gathered there the nosegay that you see Singing within myself as bird or bee When such do field-work on a morn of May. But, now I look upon my flowers, decay Has met them in my hands more fatally Because more warmly clasped,–and sobs are free To come ... »

The Best Thing In The World By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Best Thing In The World By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What’s the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled; Sweet south-wind, that means no rain; Truth, not cruel to a friend; Pleasure, not in haste to end; Beauty, not self-decked and curled Till its pride is over-plain; Love, when, so, you’re loved again. What’s the be... »

How Do I Love Thee By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How Do I Love Thee By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for ... »

Grief By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Grief By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness, In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-gl... »