Sonnet 44 – Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed ...
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of ...
But only three in all God's universe Have heard this word thou hast said,-Himself, beside Thee speaking, and me listening! ...
Five months ago the stream did flow, The lilies bloomed within the sedge, And we were lingering to and fro, ...
XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to ...
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt ...
I never gave a lock of hair away To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my ...
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone ...
What's the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled; Sweet south-wind, that means no rain; Truth, not cruel ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ...
Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say 'I love ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
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