SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE

SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE INDEX OF FIRST LINES I I thought once how Theocritus had sung II But only three in all God's universe III Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! IV Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor V I lift my heavy heart up solemnly VI Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand VII The face of all the world is changed, I think VIII What can I give thee back, O liberal IX Can it be right to give what I can give? X Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed XI And therefore if to love can be desert XII Indeed this very love which is my boast XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech AND MORE