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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

1806 AD — 1861 AD

English poet whose writing includes love sonnets, political poems and Aurora Leigh, a long verse narrative concerned with a woman telling her own story.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) was an English poet. Her collected Poems appeared in 1844, and the 1850 selection included Sonnets from the Portuguese. She married Robert Browning in 1846 and subsequently lived in Italy.

The Browning Society — Elizabeth Barrett Browning ↗English Heritage — Elizabeth Barrett Browning blue plaque ↗ Society biography: birth, collections of 1844/1850, marriage and Italy; English Heritage plaque inscription

Her work extends beyond love poetry. Casa Guidi Windows (1851) reflects on political events in Italy, and Poems Before Congress appeared in 1860. Aurora Leigh was published in 1856; the linked reading edition carries a London title page dated 1857.

The Browning Society — Elizabeth Barrett Browning ↗Aurora Leigh — linked 1857 title page and First Book ↗ Society biography: Florence works and publication chronology; linked edition title page

Aurora Leigh opens with a narrator choosing to write her own story, then recalls childhood and family relationships. Read an extracted line alongside its speaker and surrounding passage: a verse narrative does not make every sentence a direct statement of the poet’s own views.

Aurora Leigh — linked 1857 title page and First Book ↗ Aurora Leigh: First Book, opening and childhood recollections; original editorial reading guidance

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The selected passages come from different works, including Aurora Leigh and A Vision of Poets; the linked book contains Aurora Leigh, not all the poems represented here. Historical anthology wording remains intact and can differ from the linked edition. The checked profile uses 1806–1861; the anthology records 1809–1861. Its existing approximate 1835 placement is a midpoint based on those historical anthology dates, not a composition date. That source-derived timeline has not been silently recalculated.

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19Undated
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years. Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was ’ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,— “Guess now who holds thee?”—“Death,” I said. But there, The silver answer rang.—“Not Death, but Love.”
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20Undated
Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace To look through and behind this mask of me, (Against which years have beat thus blanchingly With their rains) and behold my soul’s true face, The dim and weary witness of life’s race,— Because thou hast the faith and love to see, Through that same soul’s distracting lethargy, The patient angel waiting for a place In the new Heavens,—because nor sin nor woe, Nor God’s infliction, nor death’s neighbourhood, Nor all which others viewing, turn to go, Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,— Nothing repels thee, ... Dearest, teach me so To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good!
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23Undated
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep cool bed of the river: The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river. High on the shore sat the great god Pan, While turbidly flowed the river; And hacked and hewed as a great god can, With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed, Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed To prove it fresh from the river.... “This is the way,” laughed the great god Pan, (Laughed while he sat by the river,) “The only way, since gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed.” Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed, He blew in power by the river. Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan! Piercing sweet by the river! Blinding sweet, O great god Pan! The sun on the hill forgot to die, And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly Came back to dream on the river. Yet half a beast is the great god Pan, To laugh as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man: The true gods sigh for the cost and pain,— For the reed which grows nevermore again As a reed with the reeds in the river.
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