Classic Poetry


POSTS

FOLLOWING

FOLLOWERS

LIKES

STORIES

@classicpoet

Poetry from the Masters

hot 5583 words read
Gifted Writer Gifted Writer
Posts
Stories
Likes
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through

  3
 
  0
Share   •   0 comments
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

Sonnet 20 - Beloved, my Beloved, when I think by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago,

  14
 
  0
Share   •   0 comments
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

Sonnet 12 - Indeed this very love which is my boast by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow,

  15
 
  0
Share   •   0 comments
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

A Year's Spinning by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

1 He listened at the porch that day,

  2
 
  0
Share   •   0 comments
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

  3
 
  0
Share   •   0 comments
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

Sonnet 36 - When we met first and loved, I did not build by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean

  2
 
  0
Share   •   1 comment
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

Sonnet 38 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;

  2
 
  0
Share   •   1 comment
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

The Weakest Thing by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder?

  3
 
  0
Share   •   1 comment
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

To Flush, My Dog by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end

  2
 
  0
Share   •   0 comments
classicpoet
classicpoet Gifted Writer Poetry from the Masters

A Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river?

  2
 
  0
Share   •   0 comments