Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning libreka classics - These are classics of literary history, reissued and made available to a wide audience. Immerse yourself in well-known and popular titles!I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appearsTo 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 flungA shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did moveBehind 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