I …
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I. …
In those days, though, I never analysed …
'There it is!– …
Why what a pettish, petty thing I grow,– …
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; …
We cannot live, except thus mutually …
MY future will not copy fair my past …
I thought once how Theocritus had sung …
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, …
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand …
The face of all the world is changed, I think, …
If thou must love me, let it be for nought …
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think …
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, …
I lived with visions for my company, …
My letters! all dead paper, ... mute and white ! — …
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange …
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed …
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. …
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers …
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, …
" Yes !" I answered you last night ; …
Loving friend, the gift of one, …
Amidst the days of pleasant mirth, …