Sonnet 04 – Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 04 Thou hast thy calling to some palace floor Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,Most gracious singer of high poems! whereThe dancers will break footing, from the careOf watching up thy pregnant lips for more. And dost thou lift this house’s latch too poorFor hand of thine? … Read more…

Sonnet 05 – I lift my heavy heart up solemnly | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 05 I lift my heavy heart up solemnly Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,As once Electra her sepulchral urn,And, looking in thine eyes, I overturnThe ashes at thy feet. Behold and seeWhat a great heap of grief lay hid in me,And how the red wild sparkles dimly … Read more…

Sonnet 06 – Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 06 Go from me Yet I feel that I shall stand Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall standHenceforward in thy shadow. NevermoreAlone upon the threshold of my doorOf individual life, I shall commandThe uses of my soul, nor lift my handSerenely in the sunshine as … Read more…

Sonnet 07 – The face of all the world is changed I think | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 07 The face of all the world is changed I think Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ The face of all the world is changed, I think,Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soulMove still, oh, still, beside me, as they stoleBetwixt me and the dreadful outer brinkOf obvious death, where I, who … Read more…

Sonnet 08 – What can I give thee back O liberal | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 08 What can I give thee back O liberal Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ What can I give thee back, O liberalAnd princely giver, who hast brought the goldAnd purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,And laid them on the outside of the-wallFor such as I to take or leave withal,In unexpected largesse? am … Read more…

Sonnet 09 – Can it be right to give what I can give? | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 09 Can it be right to give what I can give Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Can it be right to give what I can give?To let thee sit beneath the fall of tearsAs salt as mine, and hear the sighing yearsRe-sighing on my lips renunciativeThrough those infrequent smiles which fail to liveFor … Read more…

Sonnet 10 – Yet love mere love is beautiful indeed | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 10 Yet love mere love is beautiful indeed Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeedAnd worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,Let temple burn, or flax; an equal lightLeaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:And love is fire. And when I say at needI love thee . . … Read more…

Sonnet 11 – And therefore if to love can be desert | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 11 And therefore if to love can be desert Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ And therefore if to love can be desert,I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as paleAs these you see, and trembling knees that failTo bear the burden of a heavy heart,?This weary minstrel-life that once was girtTo climb Aornus, and … Read more…

Sonnet 12 – Indeed this very love which is my boast | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 12 Indeed this very love which is my boast Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ Indeed this very love which is my boast,And which, when rising up from breast to brow,Doth crown me with a ruby large enowTo draw men’s eyes and prove the inner cost,?This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,I … Read more…

Sonnet 13 – And wilt thou have me fashion into speech | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 13 And wilt thou have me fashion into speech Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ And wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,Between our faces, to cast light on each??I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teachMy … Read more…