Sonnets from the Portuguese

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• 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 loved, I did not build
• XXXVII. Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
• XXXVIII. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
• XXXIX. Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
• XL. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
• XLI. I thank all who have loved me in their hearts
• XLII. My future will not copy fair my past
• XLIII. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
• XLIV. Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers

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