Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

61. Sonnet 17 - My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes 1/13/2003
62. Sonnet 18 - I never gave a lock of hair away 1/13/2003
63. Sonnet 19 - The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise 1/13/2003
64. Sonnet 20 - Beloved, my Beloved, when I think 1/13/2003
65. Sonnet 21 - Say over again, and yet once over again 1/13/2003
66. Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong 1/13/2003
67. Sonnet 23 - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead 1/13/2003
68. Sonnet 24 - Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife 1/13/2003
69. Sonnet 25 - A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne 1/13/2003
70. Sonnet 26 - I lived with visions for my company 1/13/2003
71. Sonnet 27 - My own Beloved, who hast lifted me 1/13/2003
72. Sonnet 28 - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! 1/13/2003
73. Sonnet 29 - I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud 1/13/2003
74. Sonnet 30 - I see thine image through my tears to-night 1/13/2003
75. Sonnet 31 - Thou comest! all is said without a word 1/13/2003
76. Sonnet 32 - The first time that the sun rose on thine oath 1/13/2003
77. Sonnet 33 - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear 1/13/2003
78. Sonnet 34 - With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee 1/13/2003
79. Sonnet 35 - If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange 1/13/2003
80. Sonnet 36 - When we met first and loved, I did not build 1/13/2003

Sonnet XVII

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between his After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears. God's will devotes
Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

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