Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning

English poet (B:1806-03-06 - D:1861-06-29)

Poems Comments

Sonnet Xl

Oh, yes ! they love through all this world of ours !
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.
I have heard love talked in my early youth,
And since, not so long back but that the flowers
Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping. Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers,
The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such
A lover, my Beloved ! thou canst wait
Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch,
And think it soon when others cry ' Too late.'



Poem topics: , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Sonnet Xl poem to your favorites

Add Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning to your favorites

Popular Poets

John Keble (111 poems)
William Baylebridge (5 poems)
Louise Gluck (4 poems)
Zoë Akins (1 poems)
Vashikaran Specialist Aghori Babaji (0 poems)
Henry Constable (1 poems)
Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov (2 poems)
Arthur Hugh Clough (19 poems)
B H Fairchild (6 poems)
Profzan Zan (0 poems)

Popular Poems

Spring And Winter I, by William Shakespeare
An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew, by Robert Herrick
More Songs From Vagabondia Prelude, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
January, 1795, by Mary Darby Robinson
The Unpardonable Sin, by Ambrose Bierce
Beneath The Snow, by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Fie, Pleasure, Fie!, by George Gascoigne
My Blindness, by Eric Torgersen
For Once, Then, Something, by Robert Frost
Where The Waxwings Used To Dwell, by Velimir Khlebnikov