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Elizabeth Barrett Browning: I thought once how Theocritus had sung
I thought once how Theocritus had sungI 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…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeedYet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light Leaps in the flame from…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: And therefore if to love can be desert
And therefore if to love can be desertAnd therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, and trembling knees that fail To bear the burden of a…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Indeed this very love which is my boast
Indeed this very love which is my boastIndeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
And wilt thou have me fashion into speechAnd wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: If thou must love me, let it be for nought
If thou must love me, let it be for noughtIf thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say "I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wearAccuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we two look two ways, and cannot shine With the same sunlight…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: And yet, because thou overcomest so
And yet, because thou overcomest soAnd yet, because thou overcomest so, Because thou art more noble and like a king, Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling Thy purple round me, till my…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notesMy poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between His After and Before, And strike up and strike off the general roar Of the rushing worlds…Elizabeth Barrett Browning: I never gave a lock of hair away
I never gave a lock of hair awayI 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 "…