Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXVII
... -swell,Make witness, here, between the good and bad,That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXVIII
... ished to have me in his sightOnce, as a friend: this fixed a day in springTo come and touch my hand ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXX
... ee allThe glory as I dreamed, and fainted whenToo vehement light dilated my ideal,For my soul's eyes ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXI
... cienciesThese thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,Like callow birds left desert to the skies ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXII
... float'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,-And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXIII
... ilence on the bier,While I call God-call God!-So let thy mouthBe heir to those who are now exanimate ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXIV
... all my good!Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allowThat no child's foot could run fast as this blood ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXIX
... Because thou hast the power and own'st the graceTo look through and behind this mask of me(Against which, years have beat thus blanchinglyWith their rains,) and behold my soul's true face,The dim and weary witness of life's race,-Because thou hast the faith and love to see,Through that same soul's distracting lethargy,The patient angel waiting for a placeIn the new Heavens,-because nor sin nor woe,Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood,Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,-Nothing repels thee, . . . Dearest, teach me soTo pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good! ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXV
... as tried,To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove,For grief indeed is love and grief beside ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXVI
... d never hold,This mutual kiss drop down between us bothAs an unowned thing, once the lips being cold ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXVII
... commemorate,Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snortAnd vibrant tail, within the temple-gate ...
Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXVIII
... ond meed!That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,With sanctifying sweetness, did precede ...
How Do I Love Thee?
... Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, ...
Lost Mistress
... V. Yet I will but say what mere friends say, ...
Meeting at Night
... And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, ...
