Category Archives: Barrett-Browning Elizabeth

Sonnets from the Portuguese 5 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Posted on January 3, 2015 by Russell Boyle

I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me, And how … Continue reading →

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Sonnets from the Portuguese 1 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Posted on July 9, 2014 by Russell Boyle

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 … Continue reading →

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Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Posted on July 14, 2013 by Russell Boyle

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 … Continue reading →

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Sonnets from the Portuguese 44: Beloved, thou has brought me many flowers by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Posted on July 9, 2013 by Russell Boyle

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 … Continue reading →

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The Lady’s Yes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Posted on May 1, 2013 by Russell Boyle

“Yes!” I answered you last night; “No!” this morning, Sir, I say! Colours, seen by candle-light, Will not look the same by day. When the tabors played their best, Lamps above, and laughs below — Love me sounded like a … Continue reading →

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My Heart and I by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Posted on September 11, 2012 by Russell Boyle

Enough! we’re tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason’s knife, As heaven’s sweet life renews earth’s life … Continue reading →

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So the dreams depart by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Posted on August 12, 2012 by Russell Boyle

So the dreams depart, So the fading phantoms flee, And the sharp reality Now must act its part. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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