Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 9, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Can it be right to give what I can give? Last Line: Beloved, I only love thee! Let it pass. Subject(s): Gifts & Giving | ||||||||
CAN it be right to give what I can give? To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years Re-sighing on my lips renunciative Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live For all thy adjurations? O my fears, That this can scarce be right! We are not peers, So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve, That givers of such gifts as mine are, must Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas! I will not soil thy purple with my dust, Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass, Nor give thee any love -- which were unjust. Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIVEAWAY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY A VALENTINE FOR ERNEST MANN by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE SO IT'S TODAY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER THE GIFT; FOR MY DAUGHTER by GREGORY ORR A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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