Sonnets from the Portuguese

Elizabeth Barrett BROWNING (1806 - 1861)

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)

Genre(s): Poetry, Romance

Language: English

Section Chapter Reader Time
Play 01 I thought once how Theocritus had sung Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 02 But only three in all God’s universe Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 03 Unlike are we, unlike, o princely heart Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 04 Thou hast thy calling to some palace floor Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 05 I lift my heavy heart up solemnly Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 06 Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 07 The face of all the world is changed, I think Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 08 What can I give thee back, O liberal Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 09 Can it be right to give what I can give? Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 10 Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful enough Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 11 And therefore if to love can be desert Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 12 Indeed this very love which is my boast Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 13 And wilt thou have me fashion into speech Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 14 If thou must love me, let it be for nought Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 15 Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 16 And yet, because thou overcomest so Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 17 My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 18 I never gave a lock of hair away Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 19 The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 20 Beloved, my beloved, when I think Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 21 Say over again, and yet once over again Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 22 When our two souls stand up erect and strong Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 23 Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 24 Let the world’s sharpness, like a clasping knife Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 25 A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 26 I lived with visions for my company Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 27 My own Beloved, who has lifted me Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 28 My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 29 I think of thee!–my thoughts do twine and bud Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 30 I see thine image through my tears tonight Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 31 Thou comest! All is said without a word Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 32 The first time that the sun rose on thine oath Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 33 Yes, call me by my pet-name! Let me hear Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 34 With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 35 If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 36 When we first met and loved, I did not build Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 37 Pardon, oh, pardon that my soul should make Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 38 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 39 Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 40 Oh yes! they love all through this world of ours! Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 41 I thank all who have loved me in their hearts Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 42 My future will not copy fair my past Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 43 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways Kirsten Ferreri
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Play 44 Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Kirsten Ferreri
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