Sonnets from the Portuguese

Sonnets from the Portuguese

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

1850

Poemas (44)

I - I thought once how Theocritus had sung

VI - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

V - I lift my heavy heart up solemnly

III - Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !

IX - Can it be right to give what I can give?

II - But only three in all God’s universe

XXIII - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead

VIII - What can I give thee back

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

XXIV - Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping knife

X - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

XV - Accuse me not

XVI - And yet, because thou overcomest so

VII - The face of all the world is changed

XXI - Say over again, and yet once over again

XVIII - I never gave a lock of hair away

XVII - My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes

XIX - The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandize

IV - Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,

XXVIII - My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white !

XX - Belovëd, my Belovëd

XXVI - I lived with visions for my company

XXIX - I think of thee! — my thoughts do twine and bud

XXV - A heavy heart, Belovëd, have I borne

XXVII - My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me

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 !

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

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 - Belovëd, thou hast brought me many flowers

XXII - When our two souls stand up erect and strong