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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I think therefore I am troubled = RENEE DESCARTES<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

A Pure Sonnet From The Portuguese XLIII

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861) 
Sonnets From The Portuguese



How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's 
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love the purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning





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Footnotes
This poem is dedicated to Mrs. CarPeo.

The forty-third of Ms. Barrett-Browning's forty-four
SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE
is formatted as the poet intended.

The image of Elizabeth is from here.
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