Sonnets from the Portuguese


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Sonnets from the Portuguese, written ca. 1845–1846 and first published in 1850, is a collection of forty-four love sonnets written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The poems largely chronicle the period leading up to her 1846 marriage to Robert Browning. The collection was acclaimed and popular even in the poet's lifetime and it remains so today. Elizabeth was initially hesitant to publish the poems, feeling that they were too personal. However, Robert insisted that they were the best sequence of English-language sonnets since Shakespeare's time and urged her to publish them. To offer the couple some privacy, she decided that she might publish them under a title disguising the poems as translations of foreign sonnets. Therefore, the collection was first to be known as Sonnets from the Bosnian, until Robert suggested that she change their imaginary original language to Portuguese, probably after his nickname for her: "my little Portuguese." (Summary from Wikipedia) (0 hr 47 min)

Chapitres

I thought once how Theocritus had sung 1:11 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
But only three in all God’s universe 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Unlike are we, unlike, o princely heart 1:04 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Thou hast thy calling to some palace floor 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly 1:08 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
The face of all the world is changed, I think 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
What can I give thee back, O liberal 1:07 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Can it be right to give what I can give? 1:04 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful enough 1:12 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
And therefore if to love can be desert 1:05 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Indeed this very love which is my boast 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
If thou must love me, let it be for nought 1:05 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear 1:03 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
And yet, because thou overcomest so 1:03 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes 1:09 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
I never gave a lock of hair away 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise 1:07 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Beloved, my beloved, when I think 1:05 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Say over again, and yet once over again 1:10 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
When our two souls stand up erect and strong 1:03 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead 1:04 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Let the world’s sharpness, like a clasping knife 1:01 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne 1:02 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
I lived with visions for my company 1:05 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
My own Beloved, who has lifted me 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! 1:08 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
I think of thee!–my thoughts do twine and bud 1:05 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
I see thine image through my tears tonight 1:04 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Thou comest! All is said without a word 1:01 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath 1:03 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Yes, call me by my pet-name! Let me hear 1:03 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee 1:01 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange 1:00 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
When we first met and loved, I did not build 1:06 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Pardon, oh, pardon that my soul should make 1:01 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed 1:13 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace 1:04 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Oh yes! they love all through this world of ours! 1:05 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts 1:02 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
My future will not copy fair my past 1:05 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 1:09 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers 1:09 Lu par Kirsten Ferreri