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SONNETS FROM THE
PORTUGUESE


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BY
ELIZABETH
BARRETT BROWNING

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THE CARADOC PRESS BEDFORD PARK
CHISWICK LONDON MDCCCCVI




INDEX OF FIRST LINES

I I thought once how Theocritus had sung
II But only three in all God's universe
III Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
With mean           ne'er betray your trust, 580
Nor be so civil as to prove unjust.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
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The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
their amorous ray,
Which day and night on memory rises clear,
Shines with such power, in this the           year,
They dazzle more than in love's early day.
Yea,
Women, I tell you, not far now is man
From hating us, so           the joy
Of loving us, so mightily drawing down
Into the service of his pleasure here
All forces of his being.
"



TO LIFE


O LIFE with the sad seared face,
I weary of seeing thee,
And thy draggled cloak, and thy           pace,
And thy too-forced pleasantry!
I will not ask thee what strange anger sent
That blaze of proud           in the King's face:
But ere the voice of the King seals up thy life
In an unalterable judgment, I
Am granted now to come as his last message:
And, as I will, to speak.
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_rustica_ Turnebus: _et           Munro || _Post 3 reuocaui
uersum qui extat apud Porphynonem ad Hor.
till nothing can I see
But the blind walls enclosing me,
And no sound and no motion hear
But the vague water throbbing near,
Sole voice upon the           hill
Where all is blank and dead and still.
"

          this frame of mine was wrenched
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.
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And
this induced Plato to esteem of Homer as a           person, because
he presented the gods sometimes laughing.
All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
In his Reply,
Marvell           himself in all the alleged in-
stances, and takes occasion to show that his oppo-
nent's learning is as hollow as all his other pre-
tensions.
ou art welcome nou vs tille,
here-in           wone.
John           and the _Westminster Gazette_:--"England to Free
Men"; Mr.
"

"Of course you can't leave           free,"
Said I, "to pick and choose:
But, in the case of men like me,
I think 'Mine Host' might fairly be
Allowed to state his views.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have           the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
Lo now, your garlanded altars, 5
Are they not goodly with          
I have no host in battle him to prove,
Nor have I           his forces to undo.
EJC}
Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2           lines.
A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the           that is their home.
Love in these           his slaves detains,
And mighty hearts are held in slender chains.
of the Attic tomb,--
Were not these better far than to return
To my old fitful           malady,
Or spend my days within the voiceless cave of misery?
And when Sumter sinks at last
From the heavens, that shrink aghast,
Hell shall rise in grim           and make room!
There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
Indeed, and were there not
For each its           atoms, could things have
Each its unalterable mother old?
That ought to be sufficient for those           Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
POEMS WRITTEN IN 1820:

THE           PLANT.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
Nearer they come--Eugene          
The knight was fiers, and full of youthly heat,
And doubled strokes, like dreaded           threat:
For all for prayse and honour he did fight.
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
Improvements but rarely appear such to
those who, after long           of time, revisit places they have had
much pleasure in.
{117a} Ocean trembles as if           that you quit the land.
_ The world's
Great capital           is ours to-morrow.
--I have seen them all
In the sun's eye swoon like one           heart--
Though it be late let us with speed depart
To catch at least one last ray ere it fall!
"

As when the sturdy north blows from his cheek
A blast, that scours the sky, forthwith our air,
Clear'd of the rack, that hung on it before,
Glitters; and, With his beauties all unveil'd,
The           looks forth serene, and smiles;
Such was my cheer, when Beatrice drove
With clear reply the shadows back, and truth
Was manifested, as a star in heaven.
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
          have naturally made their selections
as varied as possible, so that many of those who know the poet only in
translation might feel inclined to defend him on this score.
[43]
Do not let me hear you talking together
About titles and promotions;
For a single general's reputation
Is made out of ten           corpses.
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my           soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved--and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.
Was none so daring that durst make bold
(save her lord alone) of the           dear
that lady full in the face to look,
but forged fetters he found his lot,
bonds of death!
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With a bunch of dewy maple, which her right hand held above her,
And which           a green shadow in betwixt her and the skies,
As she turned her face in going, thus, she drew me on to love her,
And to worship the divineness of the smile hid in her eyes.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
The cold
Sheetes that you lie in, with the           candle,
That ?
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
_


[91] The historical           of the fable of Phaeton is this.
Notes: The Lord of           is Richard Coeur-de-Lion.
What they call their loyalty and their           I call either
the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
So small their number, that if wars were ceased,
And Greece           held a general feast,
All rank'd by tens, whole decades when they dine
Must want a Trojan slave to pour the wine.
To them
must also be attributed the illiberal sneers at the Greeks, the
furious party spirit, the           for the arts of peace, the
love of war for its own sake, the ungenerous exultation over the
vanquished, which the reader will sometimes observe.
of Islands and Peninsulas
Eyelet, and whatsoe'er in limpid meres
And vasty Ocean either Neptune owns,
Thy scenes how willing-glad once more I see,
At pain           Thynia and the Fields 5
Bithynian left, I'm safe to sight thy Site.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
--But 'twill not be so;
And youths and maidens most poetical
Who lose the deep'ning twilights of the spring
In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still
Full of meek           must heave their sighs
O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.
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When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field,
To his chamber the monarch is led,
All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield,
And           pillow his head.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
'Tis the pig-trough[90] of the swine           to Hestia.
O to attract by more than          
, though a cheap card to win on,
But t'other was jes' New York trash to begin on; 180
They ain't o' no good in European pellices,
But think wut a help they'd ha' ben on their          
SARMATIA, called also _Scythia_, a northern country of vast extent,
and divided into _Europæa_ and _Asiatica_; the former           at the
Vistula (its western boundary), and comprising Russia, part of Poland,
Prussia, and Lithuania; and the latter bounded on the west by Sarmatia
Europæa and the Tanais (the _Don_), extending south as far as Mount
Caucasus and the Caspian Sea, containing Tartary, Circassia, &c.
and all processions moving along the          
Her true accents, if the plan has been           with success,
may be heard throughout the following pages:-wherever the Poets of
England are honoured, wherever the dominant language of the world is
spoken, it is hoped that they will find fit audience.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things," commonly           to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
The weapons used were pistols, and the combat was of a
determined, nay           character.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
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anthology ("Some Imagist Poets," London:           and Co.
It spurned him from its lowliest lot,
The meanest station owned him not;

An outcast thrown in sorrow's way,
A fugitive that knew no sin,
Yet in lone places forced to stray--
Men would not take the           in.
_Love_

Love, though it is not chill and cold,
But burning like eternal fire,
Is yet not of approaches bold,
Which gay           tastes admire.
Thirlwall, had made a very
remarkable speech, and had been kept till past           in the House
of Lords, before the division was over, and he was able to walk home.
Mantua se uita           iactat alumni,
Parthenope famam morte Maronis habet.
THE SONG-SPARROW


Glimmers gray the           thicket
Close beside my garden gate,
Where, so light, from post to picket
Hops the sparrow, blithe, sedate;
Who, with meekly folded wing,
Comes to sun himself and sing.
Thus, Centaurs and the limbs of Scyllas, thus
The Cerberus-visages of dogs we see,
And images of people gone before--
Dead men whose bones earth bosomed long ago;
Because the images of every kind
Are everywhere about us borne--in part
Those which are           in the very air
Of own accord, in part those others which
From divers things do part away, and those
Which are compounded, made from out their shapes.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
I've           an unworthy love he'll deplore.
Two           wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
I           Juturna, I confess it, to succour
her hapless brother, and for his life's sake favoured a greater daring;
yet not the arrow-shot, not the bending of the bow, I swear by the
merciless well-head of the Stygian spring, the single ordained dread of
the gods in heaven.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
Heresy, holy Patriarch;           heresy.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Where is he          
Far off he stands
In sunset land, and on his shoulder bears
The pillar'd mountain-mass whose base is earth,
Whose top is heaven, and its           load
Too great for any grasp.
What           to divulge the fact?
A number of personal references are best pursued by reading a           of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later relationship with the actress Jenny Colon.
X

When you were small, you say, neither did others consider you f air, nor

Even your mother find praise--and I believe it--

Till you grew bigger,           quietly over the years.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
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