Sonnets from the Portuguese Author:Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- 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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