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Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnets from the Portuguese
I
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
II But
only three in all God's universe
III Unlike
are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
IV Thou
hast thy calling to some palace-floor
V
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
VI Go
from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
VII The
face of all the world is changed, I think
VIII
What can I give thee back, O liberal
IX Can
it be right to give what I can give?
X
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
XI And
therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed
this very love which is my boast
XIII
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If
thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse
me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And
yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII
My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I
never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The
soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved,
my beloved, when I think
XXI Say
over again, and yet once over again
XXII
When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is
it indeed so? If I lay here dead
XXIV
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV A
heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI
I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My
own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My
letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
XXIX
I think of thee!--my thoughts do twine and bud
XXX I
see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI
Thou comest! all is said without a word
XXXII The
first time that the sun rose on thine oath
XXXIII Yes,
call me by my pet-name! let me hear
XXXIV With
the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
XXXV
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
XXXVI When
we met first and loved, I did not build
XXXVII Pardon,
oh, pardon, that my soul should make
XXXVIII First time he
kissed me, he but only kissed
XXXIX Because
thou hast the power and own'st the grace
XL Oh,
yes! they love through all this world of ours!
XLI I
thank all who have loved me in their hearts
XLII
My future will not copy fair my past
XLIII How
do I love thee? Let me count the ways
XLIV
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
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