Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806–1861
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Mrs Browning was born at Coxhoe Hall, County Durham, England, in 1806, and she died at Casa Guidi, Florence, June 29, 1861.

Her father, Mr. Barrett, was an English country gentleman. Possessing some means, he helped his daughter to acquire an excellent classical education; and, possessing considerable ability, he became, as she says, her public and her critic.

"Her studies were early directed to the poets of antiquity, and, under the guidance of her blind tutor, Boyle, whose name she always warmly cherished, she mastered the rich treasures of AEschylus. The sublime Grecian possessed for her a charm which was only equaled by the fascination held over her wondering spirit by Shakespeare." While she was profoundly versed in Greek literature, and intimately acquainted with all the Attic writers in tragedy and comedy, she was thoroughly versed in pure and undefiled English. In her extensive correspondence with contemporaries, she shows a thorough knowledge of English literature, from Chaucer to her own time.

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Physically she was very delicate, but nature made up for her fragile frame by giving her a superior mental and spiritual organization. Miss Mitford, her intimate friend, describes her as a "slight, delicate figure, with a shower of dark curls falling on each side of a most expressive face, large tender eyes, richly fringed by dark eyelashes, and a smile like a sunbeam." Such, in brief, is a description of the attainments and person of the lady who, according to E. C. Stedman, was not only "the greatest female poet that England has produced, but more than this, the most inspired woman so far as known, of all who have composed in ancient or modern tongues or flourished in any land or clime."

Almost before her childhood had passed, she showed remarkable preferences for the arts, but especially for the poetic art. Some of her poems written before she was fifteen, show strong marks of genius, and are worthy of preservation. Her first publication was an "Essay on Mind, and other Poems." This, it is said, was written in her seventeenth year. In 1833 appeared her excellent translation of "Prometheus;" 1838, her second volume of original poetry, "The Seraphim, and other poems;" and in 1839, "The Romance of the Page."

While thus busily engaged in her work, she met with a personal calamity. A blood-vessel burst in her lungs, which forced her to remain at home close confinement for some time. At length her physician ordered that she be removed to a milder climate. In company with friends she went to reside at Torquay. At that place an accident occurred which saddened her life, and gave a deeper hue of thought and feeling to her poetry. Her favorite brother and two friends were taking a pleasure ride on a small vessel when the boat sank, and all on board were drowned. The shock caused a severe sickness, from which she never entirely recovered. It was a year before she was able to be removed to her father's house in London. For many years she remained in a darkened chamber, and received no visitors except her own family and a few devoted friends. While thus secluded from the outward world, she read extensively the valuable books in almost every language.

In 1844 she came forth from her seclusion in two volumes of "Poems by Elizabeth Barrett." The melancholy thought showed traces of the sadness of much of her former life.

In 1846, her thirty-seventh year, she was married to Robert Browning, noted English poet. In hopes of finding health, Mr. Browning removed to Italy. His wish was gratified, for under the sunny skies of Florence, his wife found the health which had forsaken her in her native land. In her adopted home she remained till her death.

The revolutionary outbreak in 1848, furnished the theme for her next work. "Casa Guidi Windows" is a poem relating to the impressions that were made upon her mind by the events which she saw from the windows of her house in Florence. It shows great warmth of feeling for the Italians. In 1856 "Aurora Leigh" was published. This is a novel in blank verse, which the poetess declared to be her most mature work. While the poem is full of splendid passages, yet as a whole it is not considered satisfactory. It contains a prodigality of genius, with discordant mixture of material. Notwithstanding the lack of unity, which is so essential for a poem of such magnitude, a large number of critics consider "Aurora Leigh" the chief source of Mrs. Browning's fame. But perhaps an equal number look upon "Casa Guidi Windows" as "containing her ripest growth and greatest intellectual strength." Indeed the circumstances under which this poem was written, were such as to call out her best efforts. She was looking from her window, and beholding the Italians struggling for freedom. Being in full sympathy with them, her utterances were in accordance with her heart--they were lavish and unrestrained. In 1860 appeared her last publication, "Poems Before Congress," which evinced her deep interest in the people of Italy. She died in the following year, and a marble tablet in front of the villa of the Brownings records that in it wrote and died Elizabeth Barrett Browning, who, by he songs, created a golden link between Italy and England, and that in gratitude Florence had erected that memorial. "Last Poems," published in 1862, contained the literary remains of the priestess of English poetry.

Some of her poems are especially admired. "Cowper's Grave," "The Cry of the Children," "A Child Asleep," and "He Giveth His Beloved Sleep," are jewels that shine with the brilliancy of the sun.

Her genius was perhaps as great as that of any poet of her generation, but circumstances retarded its highest possible development. In certain intellectual qualities she was inferior to Tennyson, and the author of "Sordello", but in others she was their superior. Be her exact niche, however, what it may, she occupies a favored place in English literature, and is undoubtedly one of the few leading poets of the nineteenth century. Her poetry is that which refines, chastens, and elevates.

Source: 19th Century Poets

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  1. On Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

    “I'm not the greatest of poetry experts, nor am i that interested in poetry at all, yet this poem i feel is one of the best Elizabeth has ever written! This poem really shows the way she was feeling at the time when she was in love with Robert Browning. Not only this but i believe there to be a real…”

  2. On Sonnet 14 - If thou must love me, let it be for nought

    “This poem talks about the ever lasting nature of ture love; which the poet defines as not being based on any other thing but love. She is also suggesting that true love can remove all pains and leave only happiness as she writes,"....a creature might forget to weep, who bore thy comfort long."”

  3. On Sonnet 07 - The face of all the world is changed, I think

    “In 1981, I had a head-on collision with the Savior I had spent 8 years running away from. This sonnet expressed precisely & vividly everything I felt about that event. Once Jesus entered into my life the face of the entire world changed and I was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in…”

  4. On The Cry Of The Children

    “This poem is an excellent poem ,although it has been written for many years but it still show a scene of many suffering children around the world… I think if one could read and try to understand the poem with his emotions he could feel the pain of suffering children and crying mothers of that time…”

  5. On The Soul's Expression

    “hi i just want to let you know mrs browning that this is a great poem iwant to know how do you write poems so good i mean it would take me days to wright a poem like that i just want you to know that this is a great poem and i think your a great poet do you think you could name one of your poems…”

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  1. Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways49 comments
  2. The Cry Of The Children14 comments
  3. Sonnet 14 - If thou must love me, let it be for nought5 comments
  4. Sonnet 10 - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed3 comments
  5. Sonnet 38 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed3 comments
  6. To Flush, My Dog3 comments
  7. Change Upon Change2 comments
  8. Pain In Pleasure2 comments
  9. Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong2 comments
  10. The Soul's Expression2 comments

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Sonnets from the Portuguese · 1850 · 44 poems
  1. Sonnet 01 - I thought once how Theocritus had sung
  2. Sonnet 02 - But only three in all God's universe
  3. Sonnet 03 - Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
  4. Sonnet 04 - Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
  5. Sonnet 05 - I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
  6. Sonnet 06 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
  7. Sonnet 07 - The face of all the world is changed, I think1
  8. Sonnet 08 - What can I give thee back, O liberal
  9. Sonnet 09 - Can it be right to give what I can give?
  10. Sonnet 10 - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed3
  11. Sonnet 11 - And therefore if to love can be desert
  12. Sonnet 12 - Indeed this very love which is my boast
  13. Sonnet 13 - And wilt thou have me fashion into speech1
  14. Sonnet 14 - If thou must love me, let it be for nought5
  15. Sonnet 15 - Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
  16. Sonnet 16 - And yet, because thou overcomest so
  17. Sonnet 17 - My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
  18. Sonnet 18 - I never gave a lock of hair away
  19. Sonnet 19 - The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise
  20. Sonnet 20 - Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
  21. Sonnet 21 - Say over again, and yet once over again1
  22. Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong2
  23. Sonnet 23 - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
  24. Sonnet 24 - Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife
  25. Sonnet 25 - A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
  26. Sonnet 26 - I lived with visions for my company
  27. Sonnet 27 - My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
  28. Sonnet 28 - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
  29. Sonnet 29 - I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud
  30. Sonnet 30 - I see thine image through my tears to-night
  31. Sonnet 31 - Thou comest! all is said without a word
  32. Sonnet 32 - The first time that the sun rose on thine oath1
  33. Sonnet 33 - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
  34. Sonnet 34 - With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
  35. Sonnet 35 - If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange1
  36. Sonnet 36 - When we met first and loved, I did not build
  37. Sonnet 37 - Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
  38. Sonnet 38 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed3
  39. Sonnet 39 - Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
  40. Sonnet 40 - Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
  41. Sonnet 41 - I thank all who have loved me in their hearts
  42. Sonnet 42 - 'My future will not copy fair my past'
  43. Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways49
  44. Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
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