Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: And therefore if to love can be desert Last Line: To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face. Subject(s): Love - Nature Of | ||||||||
AND therefore if to love can be desert. I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, and trembling knees that fail To bear the burden of a heavy heart, -- This weary minstrel-life that once was girt To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale A melancholy music, -- why advert To these things? O Beloved, it is plain I am not of thy worth nor for thy place! And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain, -- To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESCUE THE DEAD by DAVID IGNATOW BUTTERFLIES UNDER PERSIMMON by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 27 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 30 by JAMES JOYCE HE WHO KNOWS LOVE by ELSA BARKER LOVE'S HUMBLENESS by ELSA BARKER SONG (IN THE LUCKY CHANCE) by APHRA BEHN A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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