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  • How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) (Poetry)
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861) was an English poet of the Victorian era.


    Born in County Durham, the eldest of 12 children, Elizabeth Barrett wrote poetry from about the age of six. At 15 she became ill, suffering intense head and spinal pain for the rest of her life. Later in life she also developed lung problems, possibly tuberculosis.


    Her first adult collection of poems was published in 1838 and she wrote prolifically between 1841 and 1844, producing poetry, translation and prose. She campaigned for the abolition of slavery and her work helped influence reform in the child labour legislation. Her prolific output made her a rival to Tennyson as a candidate for poet laureate on the death of Wordsworth.


    Elizabeth's volume Poems (1844) brought her great success, attracting the admiration of the writer Robert Browning. Their correspondence, courtship and marriage were carried out in secret, for fear of her father's disapproval. Following the wedding she was indeed disinherited by her father. The couple moved to Italy in 1846, where she would live for the rest of her life.


    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

    For the ends of being and ideal grace.

    I love thee to the level of every day’s

    Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

    I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

    I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

    I love thee with the passion put to use

    In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

    With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

    Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

    I shall but love thee better after death.

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    1 min
  • I Sit And Think By J R R Tolkien (Poetry)

    I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,

    of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;

    Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,

    with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.

    I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be

    when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.


    For still there are so many things that I have never seen:

    in every wood in every spring there is a different green.

    I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,

    and people who will see a world that I shall never know.

    But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,

    I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.

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    2 min
  • i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] By E. E. Cummings (Poetry)

    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

    i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

    by only me is your doing,my darling)

     i fear

    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

    and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

    and whatever a sun will always sing is you


    here is the deepest secret nobody knows

    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

    higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart


    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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    2 min
  • Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
    Mary Elizabeth Clark Frye (1905-2004) was born in Dayton, Ohio, and was orphaned at the age of three. A housewife and florist who lived in Baltimore, Maryland, after marrying, she wrote this poem after learning that a friend's mother had died. Because Mary was not a recognized poet, and because this poem was never officially published or copyrighted, there has been much debate over its origins and many different people have tried to claim it as their own or have written variations on the original. Extensive research has generally, if not fully, confirmed Mary to be the author. Based on a CBC Radio interview with Mary Frye in 2000, the above is believed to be the correct, original version of the poem.

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    1 min

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A collection of Short Stories, Affirmations and Quotes to relax, meditate and fall asleep too. Delivered in a soothing Irish (Dublin) accent. Including Inspirational Short Stories and tales of…