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