First linesElizabeth Barrett Browning

  1. A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne XXV
  2. Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear XV
  3. And therefore if to love can be desert, XI
  4. And wilt thou have me fashion into speech XIII
  5. And yet, because thou overcomest so, XVI
  6. Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace XXXIX
  7. Beloved, my Beloved, when I think XX
  8. Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers XLIV
  9. But only three in all God’s universe II
  10. Can it be right to give what I can give? IX
  11. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed XXXVIII
  12. Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand VI
  13. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. XLIII
  14. I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, V
  15. I lived with visions for my company XXVI
  16. I never gave a lock of hair away XVIII
  17. I see thine image through my tears tonight, XXX
  18. I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, XLI
  19. I think of thee!⁠—my thoughts do twine and bud XXIX
  20. I thought once how Theocritus had sung I
  21. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange XXXV
  22. If thou must love me, let it be for nought XIV
  23. Indeed this very love which is my boast, XII
  24. Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, XXIII
  25. Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping knife XXIV
  26. My future will not copy fair my past⁠— XLII
  27. My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! XXVIII
  28. My own Beloved, who hast lifted me XXVII
  29. My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes XVII
  30. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! XL
  31. Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make XXXVII
  32. Say over again, and yet once over again XXI
  33. The face of all the world is changed, I think, VII
  34. The first time that the sun rose on thine oath XXXII
  35. The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise; XIX
  36. Thou comest! all is said without a word. XXXI
  37. Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, IV
  38. Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! III
  39. What can I give thee back, O liberal VIII
  40. When our two souls stand up erect and strong, XXII
  41. When we met first and loved, I did not build XXXVI
  42. With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee XXXIV
  43. Yes, call me by my pet name! let me hear XXXIII
  44. Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed X

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