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The Autumn by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,And turn your eyes around,Where waving woods and waters wildDo hymn an autumn sound.The summer…
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The Best Thing in the World by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What’s the best thing in the world?June-rose, by May-dew impearled;Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;Truth, not cruel to a friend;Pleasure,…
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The Cry Of The Children by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“Theu theu, ti prosderkesthe m ommasin, tekna;”[Alas, alas, why do you gaze at me with your eyes, my children.]– Medea.…
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The Deserted Garden by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Browning delights in this poem’s reminiscence of her own secret, wild garden and lost childhood. I mind me in the…
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The House Of Clouds by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I would build a cloudy HouseFor my thoughts to live in;When for earth too fancy-looseAnd too low for Heaven!Hush! I…
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The Lady’s Yes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
” Yes !” I answered you last night ;” No !” this morning, Sir, I say !Colours, seen by candle-light,Will…
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The Look by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word,No gesture of reproach; the Heavens sereneThough heavy with armed justice, did not…
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The Meaning Of The Look by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I think that look of Christ might seem to say‘Thou Peter! art thou then a common stoneWhich I at last…
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The North And The South by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I“Now give us lands where the olives grow,”Cried the North to the South,“Where the sun with a golden mouth can…
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The Poet And The Bird by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Said a people to a poet “Go out from among us straightway!While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of…
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