Sonnet I: I Thought Once How Theocritus (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think,Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soulMove still, oh, ...
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead to ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
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