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Elizabeth Barrett Browning Biography - Poems
Elizabeth Barrett, the first of twelve children, was born on March 6th, 1806 at Coxhoe Hall near Durham, England. Her mother, Mary Graham-Clark, was a wealthy woman of a Newcastle family who gained their riches from a sugar plantation in Jamaica. Her father and mother were married at St. Nicholas, Gosforth in 1805.
As a child, Elizabeth was baptized at Kelloe church, where a plaque is placed today stating "a great poetess, a noble woman, a devoted wife" describing Elizabeth Barrett Browning's life.
For a female at the time, Elizabeth was highly educated. She attended tutoring classes with her younger brother and became very knowledgable of literature and a number of languages; Latin, Greek, French, Italian and Portuguese. Her first poem was published anonymously at the early age of fourteen.
In her mid-teens Elizabeth was struck with illnesses of various diseases. Due to loneliness, loss and frustration caused by her siblings being sent away for education while she, being a female, was faced with numerous limitations. She was affected with measles, spasms, fevers and most notably a lung disease, possibly tuberculosis.
Her family moved to London in 1836. There she would meet the English poet Robert Browning whom she would soon marry. They then moved to Italy and bore a son, Pen Browning.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning died at their home, the Casa Guidi, in Florence, Italy on June 29, 1861. Her body is well preserved and now owned by Eton College. She may now be visited during the summer in Cimitero Degli Inglesi.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems
A Musical InstrumentBianca Among the Nightingales
The Best Thing in the World
The Cry of the Children
Grief
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways
I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung
If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be for Naught
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers
To Flush
Unlike Are We, Unlike, O Princely Heart!
The Weakest Thing
What Can I Give Thee Back, O Liberal
When Our Two Souls Stand Up Erect and Strong
