Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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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 I 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 |
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