Poésies de Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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  • A Child Asleep

    How he sleepeth! having drunken
    Weary childhood's mandragore,
    From his pretty eyes have sunken

  • A Curse For A Nation

    I heard an angel speak last night,
    And he said 'Write!
    Write a Nation's curse for me,
    And send it over the Western Sea.'

  • A Man's Requirements

    Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
    Feeling, thinking, seeing;
    Love me in the lightest part,
    Love me in full being.

  • A Musical Instrument

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

  • A Sea-Side Walk

    We walked beside the sea,
    After a day which perished silently
    Of its own glory---like the Princess weird

  • A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed

    IF God compel thee to this destiny,
    To die alone, with none beside thy bed
    To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said

  • A Woman's Shortcomings

    She has laughed as softly as if she sighed,
    She has counted six, and over,
    Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried -

  • A Year's Spinning

    He listened at the porch that day,
    To hear the wheel go on, and on;
    And then it stopped, ran back away,

  • Adequacy

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

  • An Apprehension

    IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know
    Concentred in one heart their gentleness,

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  • Change Upon Change

    Five months ago the stream did flow,
    The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
    And we were lingering to and fro,

  • Cheerfulness Taught By Reason

    I THINK we are too ready with complaint
    In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope
    Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope

  • Chorus of Eden Spirits

    HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you
    Turn, gently moved!
    Our voices feel along the Dread to find you,

  • Comfort

    SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
    From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low

  • Consolation

    All are not taken; there are left behind
    Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring
    And make the daylight still a happy thing,


  • De Profundis

    The face, which, duly as the sun,
    Rose up for me with life begun,
    To mark all bright hours of the day

  • Deserted Garden, The

    I mind me in the days departed,
    How often underneath the sun
    With childish bounds I used to run
    To a garden long deserted.

  • Discontent

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


  • Exaggeration

    WE overstate the ills of life, and take
    Imagination (given us to bring down
    The choirs of singing angels overshone


  • From ‘The Soul’s Travelling’

    God, God!
    With a child?s voice I cry,
    Weak, sad, confidingly
    God, God!
    Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up

  • Futurity

    AND, O beloved voices, upon which
    Ours passionately call because erelong
    Ye brake off in the middle of that song


  • Grief

    I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;
    That only men incredulous of despair,


  • House Of Clouds, The

    I would build a cloudy House
    For my thoughts to live in;
    When for earth too fancy-loose
    And too low for Heaven!

  • How Do I Love Thee?

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

  • Human Life’s Mystery

    We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,
    We build the house where we may rest,
    And then, at moments, suddenly,


  • I

    I thought once how Theocritus had sung
    Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

  • II

    But only three in all God's universe
    Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside

  • III

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

  • Insufficiency

    When I attain to utter forth in verse
    Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly
    Along my pulses, yearning to be free

  • Irreparableness

    I HAVE been in the meadows all the day
    And gathered there the nosegay that you see
    Singing within myself as bird or bee

  • IV

    Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
    Most gracious singer of high poems ! where

  • IX

    Can it be right to give what I can give ?
    To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
    As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years


  • Lady's Yes, The

    "Yes," I answered you last night;
    "No," this morning, Sir, I say.
    Colours seen by candlelight,
    Will not look the same by day.

  • Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers, The

    The breaking waves dashed high
    On a stern and rock-bound coast,
    And the woods, against a stormy sky,
    Their giant branches tost;

  • Look, The

    The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word,
    No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene

  • Lord Walter's Wife

    'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew,


  • Meaning Of The Look, The

    I think that look of Christ might seem to say--
    'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone

  • Minstrelsy

    For ever, since my childish looks
    Could rest on Nature's pictured books;
    For ever, since my childish tongue

  • Mother and Poet

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

  • My Heart and I

    ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
    We sit beside the headstone thus,
    And wish that name were carved for us.

  • My Letters! all dead paper. . . (Sonnet XXVIII)

    My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
    And yet they seem alive and quivering


  • On A Portrait Of Wordsworth

    WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud
    Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind,
    Then break against the rock, and show behind

  • On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon

    Wordsworth upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud
    Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind,
    Then break against the rock, and show behind

  • Only a Curl.

    FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land
    Unvisited over the sea,
    Who tell me how lonely you stand


  • Pain In Pleasure

    A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
    And drew around it other thoughts like bees

  • Past and Future.

    MY future will not copy fair my past
    On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done,
    Supernal Will ! I would not fain be one

  • Patience Taught By Nature

    'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
    And still the generations of the birds

  • Perplexed Music

    EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds
    A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
    Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,

  • Poet And The Bird, The

    Said a people to a poet---" Go out from among us straightway!
    While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of divine.

  • Prisoner, The

    I count the dismal time by months and years
    Since last I felt the green sward under foot,


  • Rosalind's Scroll

    I LEFT thee last, a child at heart,
    A woman scarce in years:
    I come to thee, a solemn corpse
    Which neither feels nor fears.

  • Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point, The

    I stand on the mark beside the shore
    Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee,
    Where exile turned to ancestor,



  • Tears

    THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
    More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--

  • The Autumn

    Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
    And turn your eyes around,
    Where waving woods and waters wild
    Do hymn an autumn sound.



    Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,
    Of all that strong divineness which I know
    For thine and thee, an image only so


    First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
    The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;