Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

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,
A Dead Rose
O Rose! who dares to name thee? / No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; / But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,
A Man's Requirements
I / Love me Sweet, with all thou art, / Feeling, thinking, seeing;
A Musical Instrument
I. / What was he doing, the great god Pan, / Down in the reeds by the river ?
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

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