Bianca Among The Nightingales (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world clean as gold... continue reading
Cry Out Of The Children, The (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) And well may the children weep before you! They are weary ere they run; They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man, without its wisdom... continue reading
Grief (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) Grief for thy dead in silence like to death - Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. continue reading
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise, I love thee with the passion put to use... continue reading
I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals old or young... continue reading
Pains of Love (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough... continue reading
Weakest Thing, The (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness yonder? continue reading
When Our Two Souls Stand Up Erect And Strong (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)) When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire... continue reading
