Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn […]

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, […]

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From […]

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young […]

“Yes,” I answered you last night; “No,” this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the […]

WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and […]

What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, […]

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of […]

I. Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west […]

I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?-Beloved, is […]

The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene Though heavy with armed justice, […]

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise On […]

I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim’s bended knee, Where exile turned to […]

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between his After and Before, And strike up and […]

1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, […]

XIX The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet’s forehead […]

And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, […]

I. ENOUGH! we’re tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved […]

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the […]

The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to […]