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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How Do I Love Thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:58 am | |
| Sonnet 20 - Beloved, my Beloved, when I think by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone here in the snow And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink No moment at thy voice, but, link by link, Went counting all my chains as if that so They never could fall off at any blow Struck by thy possible hand,—why, thus I drink Of life's great cup of wonder ! Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act or speech,—nor ever cull Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull, Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:58 am | |
| The Landing Of The Pilgrim Fathers by Elizabeth Barrett Browning The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant branches tost;
And the heavy night hung dark The hills and water o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame;
Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear,— They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
The ocean-eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared— This was their welcome home!
There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land?
There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of the seas? the spoils of war?— They sought a faith's pure shrine!
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found— Freedom to worship God! |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:58 am | |
| Bianca Among The Nightingales by Elizabeth Barrett Browning The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world clean as gold; The olives crystallized the vales' Broad slopes until the hills grew strong: The fireflies and the nightingales Throbbed each to either, flame and song. The nightingales, the nightingales.
Upon the angle of its shade The cypress stood, self-balanced high; Half up, half down, as double-made, Along the ground, against the sky. And we, too! from such soul-height went Such leaps of blood, so blindly driven, We scarce knew if our nature meant Most passionate earth or intense heaven. The nightingales, the nightingales.
We paled with love, we shook with love, We kissed so close we could not vow; Till Giulio whispered, 'Sweet, above God's Ever guarantees this Now.' And through his words the nightingales Drove straight and full their long clear call, Like arrows through heroic mails, And love was awful in it all. The nightingales, the nightingales.
O cold white moonlight of the north, Refresh these pulses, quench this hell! O coverture of death drawn forth Across this garden-chamber... well! But what have nightingales to do In gloomy England, called the free. (Yes, free to die in!...) when we two Are sundered, singing still to me? And still they sing, the nightingales.
I think I hear him, how he cried 'My own soul's life' between their notes. Each man has but one soul supplied, And that's immortal. Though his throat's On fire with passion now, to her He can't say what to me he said! And yet he moves her, they aver. The nightingales sing through my head. The nightingales, the nightingales.
He says to her what moves her most. He would not name his soul within Her hearing,—rather pays her cost With praises to her lips and chin. Man has but one soul, 'tis ordained, And each soul but one love, I add; Yet souls are damned and love's profaned. These nightingales will sing me mad! The nightingales, the nightingales.
I marvel how the birds can sing. There's little difference, in their view, Betwixt our Tuscan trees that spring As vital flames into the blue, And dull round blots of foliage meant Like saturated sponges here To suck the fogs up. As content Is he too in this land, 'tis clear. And still they sing, the nightingales.
My native Florence! dear, forgone! I see across the Alpine ridge How the last feast-day of Saint John Shot rockets from Carraia bridge. The luminous city, tall with fire, Trod deep down in that river of ours, While many a boat with lamp and choir Skimmed birdlike over glittering towers. I will not hear these nightingales.
I seem to float, we seem to float Down Arno's stream in festive guise; A boat strikes flame into our boat, And up that lady seems to rise As then she rose. The shock had flashed A vision on us! What a head, What leaping eyeballs!—beauty dashed To splendour by a sudden dread. And still they sing, the nightingales.
Too bold to sin, too weak to die; Such women are so. As for me, I would we had drowned there, he and I, That moment, loving perfectly. He had not caught her with her loosed Gold ringlets... rarer in the south... Nor heard the 'Grazie tanto' bruised To sweetness by her English mouth. And still they sing, the nightingales.
She had not reached him at my heart With her fine tongue, as snakes indeed Kill flies; nor had I, for my part, Yearned after, in my desperate need, And followed him as he did her To coasts left bitter by the tide, Whose very nightingales, elsewhere Delighting, torture and deride! For still they sing, the nightingales.
A worthless woman! mere cold clay As all false things are! but so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. I would not play her larcenous tricks To have her looks! She lied and stole, And spat into my love's pure pyx The rank saliva of her soul. And still they sing, the nightingales.
I would not for her white and pink, Though such he likes—her grace of limb, Though such he has praised—nor yet, I think, For life itself, though spent with him, Commit such sacrilege, affront God's nature which is love, intrude 'Twixt two affianced souls, and hunt Like spiders, in the altar's wood. I cannot bear these nightingales.
If she chose sin, some gentler guise She might have sinned in, so it seems: She might have pricked out both my eyes, And I still seen him in my dreams! - Or drugged me in my soup or wine, Nor left me angry afterward: To die here with his hand in mine His breath upon me, were not hard. (Our Lady hush these nightingales!)
But set a springe for him, 'mio ben', My only good, my first last love!— Though Christ knows well what sin is, when He sees some things done they must move Himself to wonder. Let her pass. I think of her by night and day. Must I too join her... out, alas!... With Giulio, in each word I say! And evermore the nightingales!
Giulio, my Giulio!—sing they so, And you be silent? Do I speak, And you not hear? An arm you throw Round some one, and I feel so weak? - Oh, owl-like birds! They sing for spite, They sing for hate, they sing for doom! They'll sing through death who sing through night, They'll sing and stun me in the tomb— The nightingales, the nightingales! |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:58 am | |
| Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, And which on warm and cold days I withdrew From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine, Here 's ivy!—take them, as I used to do Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:58 am | |
| Sonnet 21 - Say over again, and yet once over again by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it, Remember, never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed. Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain Cry, 'Speak once more—thou lovest! 'Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence with thy soul. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Sonnet 06 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore— Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Sonnet 02 - But only three in all God's universe by Elizabeth Barrett Browning But only three in all God's universe Have heard this word thou hast said,—Himself, beside Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce My sight from seeing thee,—that if I had died, The deathweights, placed there, would have signified Less absolute exclusion. 'Nay' is worse From God than from all others, O my friend! Men could not part us with their worldly jars, Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend; Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars: And, heaven being rolled between us at the end, We should but vow the faster for the stars. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Change Upon Change by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Five months ago the stream did flow, The lilies bloomed within the sedge, And we were lingering to and fro, Where none will track thee in this snow, Along the stream, beside the hedge. Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go! For if I do not hear thy foot, The frozen river is as mute, The flowers have dried down to the root: And why, since these be changed since May, Shouldst thou change less than they.
And slow, slow as the winter snow The tears have drifted to mine eyes; And my poor cheeks, five months ago Set blushing at thy praises so, Put paleness on for a disguise. Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go! For if my face is turned too pale, It was thine oath that first did fail, -- It was thy love proved false and frail, -- And why, since these be changed enow, Should I change less than thou. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Sonnet 18 - I never gave a lock of hair away by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I never gave a lock of hair away To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully, I ring out to the full brown length and say 'Take it.' My day of youth went yesterday; My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee, Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree, As girls do, any more: it only may Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears, Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside Through sorrow's trick. I thought the funeral-shears Would take this first, but Love is justified,— Take it thou,—finding pure, from all those years, The kiss my mother left here when she died. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Sonnet 29 - I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad leaves, and soon there 's nought to see Except the straggling green which hides the wood. Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood I will not have my thoughts instead of thee Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should, Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare, And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee Drop heavily down,—burst, shattered, everywhere! Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee And breathe within thy shadow a new air, I do not think of thee—I am too near thee. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Sonnet 32 - The first time that the sun rose on thine oath by Elizabeth Barrett Browning The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon And quickly tied to make a lasting troth. Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe; And, looking on myself, I seemed not one For such man's love!—more like an out-of-tune Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste, Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note. I did not wrong myself so, but I placed A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float 'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,— And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Sonnet 07 - The face of all the world is changed, I think by Elizabeth Barrett Browning The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. The names of country, heaven, are changed away For where thou art or shalt be, there or here; And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday, (The singing angels know) are only dear Because thy name moves right in what they say. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Sonnet 07 - The face of all the world is changed, I think by Elizabeth Barrett Browning The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. The names of country, heaven, are changed away For where thou art or shalt be, there or here; And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday, (The singing angels know) are only dear Because thy name moves right in what they say. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:59 am | |
| Sonnet 07 - The face of all the world is changed, I think by Elizabeth Barrett Browning The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. The names of country, heaven, are changed away For where thou art or shalt be, there or here; And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday, (The singing angels know) are only dear Because thy name moves right in what they say. |
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| Sonnet 09 - Can it be right to give what I can give? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Can it be right to give what I can give? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years Re-sighing on my lips renunciative Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live For all thy adjurations? O my fears, That this can scarce be right! We are not peers, So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve, That givers of such gifts as mine are, must Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas! I will not soil thy purple with my dust, Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass, Nor give thee any love—which were unjust. Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass. |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:00 am | |
| Sonnet 42 - 'My future will not copy fair my past' by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 'My future will not copy fair my past'— I wrote that once; and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel justified The word by his appealing look upcast To the white throne of God, I turned at last, And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried By natural ills, received the comfort fast, While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. I seek no copy now of life's first half: Leave here the pages with long musing curled, And write me new my future's epigraph, New angel mine, unhoped for in the world! |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:00 am | |
| Sonnet 01 - I thought once how Theocritus had sung by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 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 To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair: And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,— 'Guess now who holds thee? '—' Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang,—' Not Death, but Love.' |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:00 am | |
| The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ancestor, And God was thanked for liberty. I have run through the night, my skin is as dark, I bend my knee down on this mark . . . I look on the sky and the sea. |
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| O pilgrim-souls, I speak to you! I see you come out proud and slow From the land of the spirits pale as dew. . . And round me and round me ye go! O pilgrims, I have gasped and run All night long from the whips of one Who in your names works sin and woe. |
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| And thus I thought that I would come And kneel here where I knelt before, And feel your souls around me hum In undertone to the ocean's roar; And lift my black face, my black hand, Here, in your names, to curse this land Ye blessed in freedom's evermore. |
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| I am black, I am black; And yet God made me, they say. But if He did so, smiling back He must have cast His work away Under the feet of His white creatures, With a look of scorn,--that the dusky features Might be trodden again to clay. |
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| And yet He has made dark things To be glad and merry as light. There's a little dark bird sits and sings; There's a dark stream ripples out of sight; And the dark frogs chant in the safe morass, And the sweetest stars are made to pass O'er the face of the darkest night. |
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| But we who are dark, we are dark! Ah, God, we have no stars! About our souls in care and cark Our blackness shuts like prison bars: The poor souls crouch so far behind, That never a comfort can they find By reaching through the prison-bars |
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| Titulli: Re: Letersia Boterore Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:01 am | |
| Indeed, we live beneath the sky, . . . That great smooth Hand of God, stretched out On all His children fatherly, To bless them from the fear and doubt, Which would be, if, from this low place, All opened straight up to His face Into the grand eternity. |
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