Who is Elizabeth Barrett Browning?

  • (noun): English poet best remembered for love sonnets written to her husband Robert Browning (1806-1861).
    Synonyms: Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861) was one of the most prominent poets of the Victorian era. Her poetry was widely popular in both England and the United States during her lifetime. A collection of her last poems was published by her husband, Robert Browning, shortly after her death.

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English Cemetery, Florence - Burials
... Many famous people are buried in the graveyard Elizabeth Barrett Browning (in a tomb designed by Frederic, Lord Leighton), Walter Savage Landor, Arthur Hugh Clough, Fanny Trollope and her ... Vieusseux (where John Ruskin, Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, and Robert Browning were readers), is also buried here and likewise the Swiss historian Jacques Augustin Galiffe, who with Jean Charles Léonard ... Emily Dickinson treasured a photograph of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's tomb and wrote 'The soul selects her own society' about it, using lines also from ...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Works (collections) - Posthumous Publications of Barrett Browning's Works
... London Chapman Hall 1877 The Earlier Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1826–1833, ed ... London Bartholomew Robson 1877 Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning Addressed to Richard Hengist Horne, with comments on contemporaries, 2 vols ... London Richard Bentley Son 1897 Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 2 vols ...

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    We all have known
    Good critics, who have stamped out poet’s hopes;
    Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state;
    Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause;
    Good kings, who disembowelled for a tax;
    Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy;
    Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs;
    And damned the general world for standing up.—
    Now, may the good God pardon all good men!
    —Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)

    What was he doing, the great god Pan,
    Down in the reeds by the river?
    Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
    Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
    And breaking the golden lilies afloat
    With the dragon-fly on the river.
    —Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)

    What’s this, Aurora Leigh,
    You write so of the poets and not laugh?
    Those virtuous liars, dreamers after dark,
    Exaggerators of the sun and moon,
    And soothsayers in a tea-cup? I write so
    Of the only truth-tellers, now left to God,—
    The only speakers of essential truth,
    Opposed to relative, comparative,
    And temporal truths;...
    The only teachers who instruct mankind,
    From just a shadow on a charnel-wall.
    —Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)