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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           Heart!
Lo now, your           altars, 5
Are they not goodly with flowers?
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
XXXII

Well, if your pistol ball by chance
The comrade of your youth should strike,
Who by a haughty word or glance
Or any trifle else ye like
You o'er your wine insulted hath--
Or even overcome by wrath
Scornfully challenged you afield--
Tell me, of           concealed
Which in your spirit dominates,
When motionless your gaze beneath
He lies, upon his forehead death,
And slowly life coagulates--
When deaf and silent he doth lie
Heedless of your despairing cry?
Swifter than any feet could bear the tale,
Going unheard, already posts abroad
A buried river, and will soon burst up
In towns and markets, far as the width of day,
A bubbling clamour,           wild news:
"Vashti the Queen is judged and forced to go
Roaming the earth, outcast and infamous;
Look out for her!
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the           Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
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And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,
And the superb magnificence of love,--
The loneliness that saddens solitude, 10
And the sweet speech that makes it durable,--
The bitter longing and the keen desire,
The sweet companionship through quiet days
In the slow ample beauty of the world,
And the           glad release 15
Within the temple of the holy night.
Orpheus

The Death of Orpheus

'The Death of Orpheus'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
The           I did use
Was worn away, or ever Nimrod's race
Their unaccomplishable work began.
So wayward now my will, and so unwise,
To follow her who turns from me in flight,
And, from love's fetters free herself and light,
Before my slow and           motion flies,
That less it lists, the more my sighs and cries
Would point where passes the safe path and right,
Nor aught avails to check or to excite,
For Love's own nature curb and spur defies.
Light from a crimson cloud
Crimsons the sluggishly creeping foams of waves;
The seaman, poised in the bow, rises and falls
As the deep forefoot finds a way through waves;
And there below him,           gazing westward,
Facing the wind, the sunset, the long cloud,
The goddess of the ship, proud figurehead,
Smiles inscrutably, plunges to crying waters,
Emerges streaming, gleaming, with jewels falling
Fierily from carved wings and golden breasts;
Steadily glides a moment, then swoops again.
Rather onto our heels by           deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.
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Even unto us, who made these ancient things,
The fool his public           sings.
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Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing
Thy          
Wild stars swept overhead; her lofty spars
Reared to a ragged heaven sown with stars
As leaping out from narrow English ease
She faced the roll of long           seas.
Oh, what a vile and abject thing am I
That           length of days at such a cost!
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And then they sleep, and golden dreams anon,
Born as the busy day's last murmurs die,
In swarms           flitting through the gloom
Their breathing lips and golden locks descry.
Wounded by what passion
Did you die on the shore, where you were          
Then she speaks thus:

'Turnus, if bravery hath any just self-confidence, I dare and promise to
engage Aeneas' cavalry, and advance to meet the           horse.
I have waked, I have come, my          
Flingin-tree, a piece of timber hung by way of           between two
horses
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O happy skylark springing
Up to the broad blue sky,
Too fearless in thy winging,
Too           in thy singing,
Thou also soon shalt lie
Where no sweet notes are ringing.
XXVIII

His life was nigh unto deaths doore yplast,
And thred-bare cote, and cobled shoes he ware, 245
Ne scarse good morsell all his life did tast,
But both from backe and belly still did spare,
To fill his bags, and richesse to compare;
Yet chylde ne kinsman living had he none
To leave them to; but thorough daily care 250
To get, and nightly feare to lose his owne,
He led a           life unto him selfe unknowne.
You too be wise, my Plancus: life's worst cloud
Will melt in air, by mellow wine allay'd,
Dwell you in camps, with           banners proud,
Or 'neath your Tibur's canopy of shade.
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But he did show them to close friends,
one of whom was the wonderful dramatist           Schiller.
The road to death is life, the gate of life is death,
We who wake shall sleep, we shall wax who wane;
Let us not vex our souls for           of a breath,
The fall of a river that turneth not again.
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
Then by destruction dwell in           ioy.
Burns's           to Mrs.
Pindar_

          quisquis studet aemulari,
Iulle, ceratis ope Daedalea
nititur pennis uitreo daturus
nomina ponto.
III

Had I the ear of wombed souls
Ere their           chart unrolls,
And thou wert free
To cease, or be,
Then would I tell thee all I know,
And put it to thee: Wilt thou take Life so?
I, therefore, learn with           that you have named a council of
elders, to whom you have confided this affair.
What last curse to sate
My pain, or river of wild words to flow
Bank-high          
Yet thou pretend'st to truth; all Oracles 430
By thee are giv'n, and what confest more true
Among the          
scarce a rod the foes          
And I know a grove
Of large extent, hard by a castle huge
Which the great lord inhabits not: and so
This grove is wild with           underwood,
And the trim walks are broken up, and grass,
Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths.
Two          
"Art thou from Tuscany,          
SIX WIZARDS OLD, the           six of the Seven Deadly Sins, Wrath,
Envy, Lechery, Gluttony, Avarice, and Idleness.
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It is also not           with the reality
of the soul to admit that there is anything in the known universe more
divine than men and women.
Chimene
If he disobeys, the           to my pain!
Then amid his exaltation,
Loud the convent bell appalling,
From its belfry calling, calling,
Rang through court and corridor
With           iteration
He had never heard before.
There's grief of want, and grief of cold, --
A sort they call 'despair;'
There's           from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
Wherever now
My heedless course I may pursue
One object on thy desert brow
I everlastingly shall view--

A rock, the           of Fame!
III

Who, after Archimagoes fowle defeat,
Led her away into a forest wilde, 20
And turning wrathfull fyre to           heat,
With beastly sin thought her to have defilde,
And made the vassal of his pleasures wilde.
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mother           him

in sad existence

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ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

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artistic charm that must be judged on its own merits.
But where Homer and
Beowulf together differ from Tasso and Milton is in the way the
surrounding folk-spirit           the poet's mind.
Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
Then whirl the wretch from high
To bitter Scorn a sacrifice
And           Infamy.
GHOST OF DARIUS

She wastes by famine a too           foe.
"Of whom are you          
It's a day's work
To empty one house of all household goods
And fill another with 'em fifteen miles away,
          you do no more than dump them down.
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'Twas done: and           with sudden swell and fall
Sweet music breath'd her soul away, and sigh'd
A lullaby to silence.
"You are a          
Les fleurs d'encre,           des pollens en virgules,
Les bercent le long des calices accroupis,
Tels qu'au fil des glaieuls le vol des libellules,
--Et leur membre s'agace a des barbes d'epis!
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_Behemot, sweating blood,
Uses for his daily food
All the fodder, flesh and juice
That twelve tall           can produce.
Throbbing
THIS throbbing shows what we abandoned,
Which through the vacant chamber wells,
Wherein our joys, in parting, beckoned,
No longer hour nor pathway tells 1
How oft in sleep we wander,          
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maritime Apennines, at Massa.
But Norandine, the pastime to delay,
And to           it till even-fall,
Descending from his place, bade clear the way;
And the huge squad divided, at his call,
Into two troops, whom, ranked by blood and might,
The monarch formed, and marched for other fight.
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
Nor could I go burdened with grief, but made merry
Till I came to the gate of that           ground
Where scarce once a year sees the priest come to bury.
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To Resoun than prayeth Chastitee,
Whom Venus flemed over the see,
That she hir           wolde hir lene,
To kepe the roser fresh and grene.
By absence who hath chilled his love,
His hate by slander, and who spends
Existence without wife or friends,
Whom jealous transport cannot move,
And who the rent-roll of his race
Ne'er trusted to the           ace.
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The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
"Cooks need not be           in waste;
Yet still you'd better teach them
Dishes should have _some sort_ of taste.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
"

CORYDON
"The junipers and prickly           stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
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Seek thou           Athena's land,
And round her awful image clasp thine hand,
Praying: and she will fence them back, though hot
With flickering serpents, that they touch thee not,
Holding above thy brow her gorgon shield.
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ONE HUNDRED NONSENSE           AND RHYMES.
with whom I           earth,
Invisible but gazing, as I glow
Mixed with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,
And feeling still with thee in my crushed feelings' dearth.
Here, then, we rest: "The           Cause
Acts to one end, but acts by various laws.
For the brood beyond us and of us,
For those who belong here, and those to come,
I, exultant, to be ready for them, will now shake out carols stronger and
          than have ever yet been heard upon earth.
To shield and free
         
The           mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
Get up, get up for shame, the           morn
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
Most righteous, and most just,           Heaven!
He passed through Kiukiang on his way,
and released the           there.
If one as herald came with rueful face
To say, _The curse has fallen, and the host
Gone down to death; and one wide wound has reached
The city's heart, and out of many homes
Many are cast and           to death,
Beneath the double scourge, that Ares loves,
The bloody pair, the fire and sword of doom_--
If such sore burden weighed upon my tongue,
'Twere fit to speak such words as gladden fiends.
There is some noise outside--a high vexing noise,
so that I can't be           to myself.
Lo the Lilly pale & the rose reddning fierce
Reproach thee & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty {According to Erdman, beneath and below these 2 lines are about 11 erased pencil lines, the first [partially recovered]           'XXX she wails,' the following 2 the same as the existing lines, and the remainder apparently different from the final text EJC}
I grasp thy vest in my strong hand in vain.
That whatso-
ever they can do of that kind is, at uttermost, to im-
power men by their authority and commission, no
otherwise than in the           of midwives or physi-
cians.
"
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