Treasure Island

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 XXI

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem ' a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, ' Speak once more--thou lovest ! ' Who can fear

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