Sonnets from the Portuguese: Illuminated by the Brownings' Love Letters

Sonnets from the Portuguese: Illuminated by the Brownings' Love Letters

by E.B. Browning, Julia Markus, William S. Peterson
     
 

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"I love your verse with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett . . . and I love you too," Robert Browning wrote in January 1845, thus initiating the most celebrated literary correspondence of the nineteenth century. During their courtship, Elizabeth privately wrote a series of forty-four sonnets to Robert, which she disclosed to no one -- not even to him -- until three

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"I love your verse with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett . . . and I love you too," Robert Browning wrote in January 1845, thus initiating the most celebrated literary correspondence of the nineteenth century. During their courtship, Elizabeth privately wrote a series of forty-four sonnets to Robert, which she disclosed to no one -- not even to him -- until three years after their marriage. The poems were later collected in a volume entitled Sonnets form the Portuguese. In this elegant new edition, the poems are accompanied by relevant excerpts from Elizabeth and Robert's love letters. With an introduction by biographer Julia Markus, this volume will be a valued resource for the poetry scholar and those wanting wise and lyrical guidance in matters of love.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780880015103
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
02/28/1998
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
128
Product dimensions:
6.12(w) x 9.25(h) x 0.32(d)

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Sonnets from the Portuguese

Illuminated by the Elizabeth Barrett Browning Love Letters
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Ecco Press

Copyright © 1996 Elizabeth Barrett Browning
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0880014512


Chapter One

Sonnet One

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.'



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