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Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poet

  • Gender: Female
  • Citizenship: England
  • Born: Mar 6, 1806
  • Died: Jun 29, 1861

Elizabeth Barrett Browning was one of the most prominent English poets of the Victorian era. Her poetry was widely popular in both Britain and the United States during her lifetime.

Born in County Durham, the eldest of 12 children, Elizabeth Barrett was educated at home. She wrote poetry from around the age of six and this was compiled by her mother, comprising what is now one of the largest collections extant of juvenilia by any English writer. At 15 she became ill, suffering from intense head and spinal pain for the rest of her life, rendering her frail. She took laudanum for the pain, which may have led to a lifelong addiction and contributed to her weak health.

In the 1830s Elizabeth's cousin John Kenyon introduced her to prominent literary figures of the day such as William Wordsworth, Mary Russell Mitford, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Alfred Tennyson and Thomas Carlyle. Her first adult collection, The Seraphim and Other Poems, was published in 1838. During this time she contracted a disease, possibly tuberculosis, which weakened her further. Living at Wimpole Street, in London, she wrote prolifically between 1841 and 1844, producing poetry, translation and prose.

What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality? power

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough. faith

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only. love

Who so loves believes the impossible. love

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. death

For tis not in mere death that men die most. death & men

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes. God

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness. beauty

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. best, dreams & God