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Sonnets from the Portuguese — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  • Poetry
  • Book language: English
  • 27 pages

Sonnets from the Portuguese is a sequence of forty-four love sonnets by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Written during her courtship with Robert Browning, it traces devotion, longing and spiritual transformation in intimate lyric form. Its musical language and emotional candour make it rewarding to hear aloud.

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Opening of the book

SONNETS FROM THE
PORTUGUESE
BY
ELIZABETH
BARRETT BROWNING
Decorative graphic
THE CARADOC PRESS BEDFORD PARK
CHISWICK LONDON             MDCCCCVI
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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

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Contents

  1. SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE
  2. INDEX OF FIRST LINES
  3. I
  4. II
  5. III
  6. IV
  7. V
  8. VI
  9. VII
  10. VIII
  11. IX
  12. X
  13. XI
  14. XII
  15. XIII
  16. XIV
  17. XV
  18. XVI
  19. XVII
  20. XVIII
  21. XIX
  22. XX
  23. XXI
  24. XXII
  25. XXIII
  26. XXIV
  27. XXV
  28. XXVI
  29. XXVII
  30. XXVIII

and 17 more chapters

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