Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in […]

[Book 1] I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate […]

Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem ‘a […]

Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me (Against which […]

NOW, by the verdure on thy thousand hills, Beloved England, doth the earth appear Quite good enough for men to […]

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To […]

I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To […]

Can it be right to give what I can give? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears As […]

LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It […]

I heard an angel speak last night, And he said ‘Write! Write a Nation’s curse for me, And send it […]