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Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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