Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Sonnet 01 - I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair:
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,—
'Guess now who holds thee? '—' Death,' I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang,—' Not Death, but Love.'


Comments about Sonnet 01 - I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  • Ramesh T A (7/12/2015 2:24:00 PM)


    A lovely sonnet indeed it is by Elizabeth Barrett to and enjoy now! (Report) Reply

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  • (7/12/2015 9:41:00 AM)


    There must be your greater relief than to know that love overpowers death, and rips me right out of its destructive jaws. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/12/2015 5:42:00 AM)


    Of the sweet years with the muse of life. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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