Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806–1861
Elizabeth Barrett Browning began writing as a young girl in Durham, England. Despite a nervous collapse, a period of grief occasioned by the untimely deaths of two brothers, and a lifetime of illness, she continued to write poetry and essays about politics and social injustices, eventually becoming one of the greatest writers of the Victorian Era. In 1846 she eloped to Florence, Italy, with Robert Browning, to whom she dedicated her best-known book, Sonnets from the Portuguese.
Sonnet 1 I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Sonnet 2 But only three in all God's universe
Sonnet 3 Unlike are we, O princely Heart
Sonnet 4 Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
Sonnet 5 I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
Sonnet 6 Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Sonnet 7 The face of all the world is changed, I think
Sonnet 8 What can I give thee back, O liberal
Sonnet 9 Can it be right to give what I can give
Sonnet 10 Yet, Love, mere Love, is beautiful indeed
Sonnet 11 And therefore if to love can be desert
Sonnet 12 Indeed this very love which is my boast
Sonnet 13 And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
Sonnet 14 If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Sonnet 15 Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Sonnet 16 And yet, because thou overcomest so
Sonnet 17 My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
Sonnet 18 I never gave a lock of hair away
Sonnet 19 The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise
Sonnet 20 BELOVED, my BELOVED, when I think
Sonnet 21 Say over again, and yet once over again
Sonnet 22 When our two souls stand up erect and strong
Sonnet 23 Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
Sonnet 24 Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife
Sonnet 25 A heavy heart, Belovëd, have I borne
Sonnet 26 I Lived with visions for my company
Sonnet 27 My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
Sonnet 28 My letters! all dead paper, mute and white
Sonnet 29 I think of thee – my thoughts do twine and bud
Sonnet 30 I see thine image through my tears tonight
Sonnet 31 Thou comest! all is said without a word
Sonnet 32 The first time that the son rose on thine oath
Sonnet 33 Yes call me by my pet name! let me hear
Sonnet 34 With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
Sonnet 35 If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
Sonnet 36 When we met first and loved I did not build
Sonnet 37 Pardon, oh pardon, that my soul should make
Sonnet 38 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
Sonnet 39 Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
Sonnet 40 Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours
Sonnet 41 I thank all who have loved me in their hearts
Sonnet 42 My future will not copy fair my past
Sonnet 43 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Sonnet 44 Belovëd thou hast brought me many flowers
Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning began writing as a young girl in Durham, England. Despite a nervous collapse, a period of grief occasioned by the untimely deaths of two brothers, and a lifetime of illness, she continued to write poetry and essays about politics and social injustices, eventually becoming one of the greatest writers of the Victorian Era. In 1846 she eloped to Florence, Italy, with Robert Browning, to whom she dedicated her best-known book, Sonnets from the Portuguese.
SONNET"S FROM THE PORTUGUESE: ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
Sonnet 1 I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Sonnet 2 But only three in all God's universe
Sonnet 3 Unlike are we, O princely Heart
Sonnet 4 Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
Sonnet 5 I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
Sonnet 6 Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Sonnet 7 The face of all the world is changed, I think
Sonnet 8 What can I give thee back, O liberal
Sonnet 9 Can it be right to give what I can give
Sonnet 10 Yet, Love, mere Love, is beautiful indeed
Sonnet 11 And therefore if to love can be desert
Sonnet 12 Indeed this very love which is my boast
Sonnet 13 And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
Sonnet 14 If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Sonnet 15 Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Sonnet 16 And yet, because thou overcomest so
Sonnet 17 My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
Sonnet 18 I never gave a lock of hair away
Sonnet 19 The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise
Sonnet 20 BELOVED, my BELOVED, when I think
Sonnet 21 Say over again, and yet once over again
Sonnet 22 When our two souls stand up erect and strong
Sonnet 23 Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
Sonnet 24 Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife
Sonnet 25 A heavy heart, Belovëd, have I borne
Sonnet 26 I Lived with visions for my company
Sonnet 27 My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
Sonnet 28 My letters! all dead paper, mute and white
Sonnet 29 I think of thee – my thoughts do twine and bud
Sonnet 30 I see thine image through my tears tonight
Sonnet 31 Thou comest! all is said without a word
Sonnet 32 The first time that the son rose on thine oath
Sonnet 33 Yes call me by my pet name! let me hear
Sonnet 34 With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
Sonnet 35 If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
Sonnet 36 When we met first and loved I did not build
Sonnet 37 Pardon, oh pardon, that my soul should make
Sonnet 38 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
Sonnet 39 Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
Sonnet 40 Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours
Sonnet 41 I thank all who have loved me in their hearts
Sonnet 42 My future will not copy fair my past
Sonnet 43 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Sonnet 44 Belovëd thou hast brought me many flowers
Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
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