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The Prisoner by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I count the dismal time by months and yearsSince last I felt the green sward under foot,And the great breath…
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The Romaunt Of Margret (Excerpts) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
IX My lips do need thy breath,My lips do need thy smile,And my pallid eyne, that light in thineWhich met…
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The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim’s Point by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I.I stand on the mark beside the shoreOf the first white pilgrim’s bended knee,Where exile turned to ancestor,And God was…
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The Seraph And The Poet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The seraph sings before the manifestGod-One, and in the burning of the Seven,And with the full life of consummateHeaving beneath…
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The Soul’s Expression by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
With stammering lips and insufficient soundI strive and struggle to deliver rightThat music of my nature, day and nightWith dream…
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The Two Sayings by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beatLike pulses in the Church’s brow and breast;And by them we find rest in…
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The Weakest Thing by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Which is the weakest thing of allMine heart can ponder?The sun, a little cloud can pallWith darkness yonder?The cloud, a…
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To by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Mine is a wayward lay;And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string,Proveth a truant thing,Whenso some names I love,…
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To Flush, My Dog by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Loving friend, the gift of one,Who, her own true faith, hath run,Through thy lower nature;Be my benediction saidWith my hand…
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To George Sand by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A Desire Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man,Self-called George Sand! whose soul, amid the lionsOf thy tumultuous senses, moans defianceAnd…
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