Best Barrett Poems

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds...

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(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not...

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When Thor struck his hammer
upon the flat ground on Earth
it was the pieces withstood the blow we named rock,
constructs we came to know as the...

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I wonder if Poe could have known 
That his pain would bring him fame? 
His words would become his legacy 
So the world would know...

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Here is the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

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

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   T~ This is for all the great master poets of art.
   H~ Having the skills, the words, and the smarts.
...

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Polka Dottie

When the up-tempo “Beer Barrel Polka” began
I grabbed sweet John’s arm, curtsied to my man

The Polish side of my family hit the floor
While my...

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0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart

Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
She felt a torrid hell, darkest of...

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"I heard an angel speak last night and he said 'write'"   Elizabeth Barrett Browning

T here was a cemetery across from the street where...

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Response to Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43,
 Let Me Count The Ways

A hundred years beneath the earth my love,
And still, I love thee with...

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Throughout history, we are lovers
Throughout history, we are soul mates
 
We are Romeo and Juliet
We are Anthony and Cleopatra
We are Lancelot and Guinevere
We are Tristan...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861 - To Her Lover
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I...

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What Col. William Barrett Travis might have said to the defenders
of the Alamo on March 5, 1836, the twelfth day of the siege.


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Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. And only he who sees
takes off his shoes, the rest sit round and pluck...

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"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"  
Elizabeth Barrett Browning



Did those lichen covered lips really smile?
Was it simply my imagination,...

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