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Sonnet EBB

Sonnet EBB

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Poems from the Portuguese XLIII. “How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways…”

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

I seek no copy now of life's first half: Leave here the pages with long musing curled. While budding. I turned at last. unhoped for in the world! . And write me new my future's epigraph. saw thee. received the comfort fast. long tried By natural ills. not unallied To angels in thy soul! Then I. instead. “My future will not copy fair my past’…” 'My future will not copy fair my past'--I wrote that once. at thy sight.XLII. and thinking at my side My ministering life-angel justified The word by his appealing look upcast To the white throne of God. New angel mine. my pilgrim's staff Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. And there.

With thanks and love from mine. . But thou. who. and salute Love that endures. to shoot My soul's full meaning into future years. That they should lend it utterance.XLI. beyond call. Deep thanks to all Who paused a little near the prison-wall To hear my music in its louder parts Ere they went onward. Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh. . each one to the mart's Or temple's occupation. “I thank all who have loved me in their hearts…” I thank all who have loved me in their hearts. thy divinest Art's Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot To hearken what I said between my tears. in my voice's sink and fall When the sob took it. from Life that disappears! . .

First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill. in some grove nigh. yet hadst no reason why.John Milton: Italian Sonnets To the nightingale: O NIGHTINGALE that on yon bloomy spray Warbl'st at eve. when all the woods are still. While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. and of their train am I. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day. . Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill. Portend success in love. ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeles doom. Both them I serve. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate. Now timely sing. O. if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay. As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief.

" Notes 1] The date of composition is uncertain. to be taken in conjunction with "this dark world. light denied?" 8 I fondly ask. 7 "Doth God exact day-labour. 1655. soon replies: "God doth not need 10 Either man's work or his own gifts: who best 11 Bear his mild yoke. they serve him best. like that of Sonnet XVIII.John Milton (1608-1674) Sonnet XIX: When I Consider How my Light is Spent 1 When I consider how my light is spent 2 Ere half my days in this dark world and wide. though my soul more bent 5 To serve therewith my Maker. His state 12 Is kingly. thousands at his bidding speed 13 And post o'er land and ocean without rest: 14 They also serve who only stand and wait. became virtually complete in 1652. Milton's blindness." In a letter of 1654 Milton refers to a very faint susceptibility to light still remaining to him. But if we remember that Milton is speaking about his career in God's service. the date must be. But Patience.light: power of vision. lest he returning chide. 3 And that one talent which is death to hide 4 Lodg'd with me useless. 2] Ere half my days: we must not expect mathematical accuracy. take its beginning in the avowed dedication to that service in Sonnet VII (1632). to which this is the first reference in his poetry. First printed in Poems. to prevent 9 That murmur. and present 6 My true account. and assume the scriptural life- . 1673. but if the arrangement of his sonnets is (as it elsewhere appears to be) chronological.

a play on the word in its modern sense of mental gift or endowment. . the Talent was a measure of weight and hence of value.span of three score years and ten (which would mean life till 1678). 8] fondly: foolishly. 3-6] The allusion is to the parable of the talents (Matthew 25:14- 30). the half-way mark of Milton's expected career of service. in Milton's case his gift of poetry. death. of course. there is here. and even 1655 does not extend beyond. like the outer darkness into which the unprofitable servant was cast. 1652 falls before. stands for the utmost in punishment.

alas! for other notes repine. To warm their little loves the birds complain: I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear. Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears. A different object do these eyes require: My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine. And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer. because I weep in vain.Sonnet On The Death Of Mr Richard West Thomas Gray In vain to me the smiling mornings shine. And redd’ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join. And new-born pleasure brings to happier men: The fields to all their wonted tribute bear. . And weep the more.

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