Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XL lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XL lyrics]
Oh, yes! they love through all
This world of ours!
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth
I have heard love talked in my early youth
And since
Not so long back but that the flowers
Then gathered
Smell still mussulmans and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers
The shell is over-smooth, -and not so much
Will turn the thing called love
Aside to hate
Or else to oblivion but thou art not such
A lover, my Belovèd! thou canst wait
Through sorrow and sickness, to
Bring souls to touch
And think it soon when others cry "Too late"
This world of ours!
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth
I have heard love talked in my early youth
And since
Not so long back but that the flowers
Then gathered
Smell still mussulmans and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers
The shell is over-smooth, -and not so much
Will turn the thing called love
Aside to hate
Or else to oblivion but thou art not such
A lover, my Belovèd! thou canst wait
Through sorrow and sickness, to
Bring souls to touch
And think it soon when others cry "Too late"
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