THE

POEMS

OF

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

A NEW EDITION,

CAREFULLY CORRECTED BY THE LAST LONDON EDITION.

WITH AN INTRODUCTORY ESSAY.

VOL. I.

NEW YORK:

C. S. FRANCIS & CO., 252 BROADWAY.

BOSTON:

CROSBY & NICHOLS.

M.DOOO.LITI.

DEDICATION.

TO MY FATHER.

WHEN your eyes fall upon this page of dedication, and you start to see to whom it is inscribed, your first thought will be of the time far off when I was a child and wrote verses, and when I dedicated them to you, who were my public and my critic. Of all that such a recollection implies of saddest and sweetest to both of us, it would become neither of us to speak before the world: nor would it be possible for us to speak of it to one another, with voices that did not falter. Enough, that what is in my heart when I write thus, will be fully known to yours.

And my desire is that you, who are a witness how if this art of poetry had been a less earnest object to me, it must have fallen from exhausted hands before this day,-that you, who have shared with me in things bitter and sweet, softening or enhancing them every day -that you, who hold with me over all sense of loss and transciency, one hope by one Name,-may accept the inscription of these volumes, the exponents of a few years of an existence which has been sustained and comforted by you as well as given. Somewhat more faint-hearted than I used to be, it is my fancy thus to seem to return to a visible personal dependence on you, as if indeed I were a child again; to conjure your beloved image between myself and the public, so as to be sure of one smile, and to satisfy my heart while I sanctify my ambition, by associating with the great pursuit of my life, its tenderest and holiest affection.

London, 50 Wimpole Street,

1844.

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