Poems begining by S
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Sonnet 05 - I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn
The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see
Sonnet 28 - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
Sonnet 13 - And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each?
Sonnet 33 - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
Sonnet 11 - And therefore if to love can be desert
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart,
Sonnet 01 - I thought once how Theocritus had sung
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
Sonnet 42 - 'My future will not copy fair my past'
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
'My future will not copy fair my past'
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
Sonnet 09 - Can it be right to give what I can give?
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Can it be right to give what I can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Sonnet 07 - The face of all the world is changed, I think
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Sonnet 32 - The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Sonnet 29 - I think of thee!my thoughts do twine and bud
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I think of thee!my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there 's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Sonnet 18 - I never gave a lock of hair away
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,
I ring out to the full brown length and say
Sonnet 27 - My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully
Sonnet 41 - I thank all who have loved me in their hearts
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XLII thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Sonnet 02 - But only three in all God's universe
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But only three in all God's universe
Have heard this word thou hast said,Himself, beside
Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied
One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse
Sonnet 06 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
Sonnet 21 - Say over again, and yet once over again
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem 'a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
Sonnet 20 - Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
Sonnet 12 - Indeed this very love which is my boast
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Indeed this very love which is my boast,
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow
To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost,
