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    Sonnets from the Portuguese
    Sonnets from the Portuguese
    Sonnets from the Portuguese
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    Sonnets from the Portuguese

    By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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    Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) was an English poet. The daughter of a wealthy family—her father made his fortune as a slave owner in Jamaica, while her mother’s family owned and operated sugar plantations, mills, and ships—Browning eventually became an abolitionist and advocate for child labor laws. Her marriage to the prominent Victorian poet Robert Browning caused the final break between Browning and her family, after which she moved to Italy and lived there with Robert for the rest of her life. She began writing poems at a young age, finding success with the 1844 publication of Poems. Browning went on to be recognized as one of the foremost poets of early Victorian England, influencing such writers as Edgar Allen Poe and Emily Dickinson. She is most famous for her Sonnets from the Portuguese, a collection of 44 love poems published in 1850, and Aurora Leigh, an 1856 epic poem described by leading Victorian critic John Ruskin as the greatest long poem written in the nineteenth century. Browning suffered from numerous illnesses throughout her life, eventually succumbing in Florence at the age of 55.

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      Sonnets from the Portuguese - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

      Sonnets from the Portuguese, by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Sonnets from the Portuguese

      by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: Sonnets from the Portuguese

      Author: Browning, Elizabeth Barrett

      Release Date: September 14, 2004 [EBook #2002]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE ***

      Transcribed from the 1906 Caradoc Press edition by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk.

      SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE

      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

      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

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