In one of these poems the speaker says "I sank and quailed / As if God's future thundered in my past" after reading "My Letters! All dead paper, mute and white!", while in another one the speaker asserts "Nevermore . . . shall [I] command / the uses of my soul, nor lift my hand / in the sunshine as before." In the first one
In one of these poems the speaker says "I sank and quailed / As if God's future thundered in my past" after reading "My Letters! All dead paper, mute and white!", while in another one the speaker asserts "Nevermore . . . shall [I] command / the uses of my soul, nor lift my hand / in the sunshine as before." In the first one the speaker is grabbed "backward by the hair" by a "mystic shape", who tells the speaker he is "Not (*) Death, but Love", while that poem begins, "I thought once how Theocritus had sung / Of the sweet years". "To the level of everyday's / Most quiet need" and "to the depth and breadth and height / My soul can reach" are among the answers the speaker offers to the title question of this collection's best known poem, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways". For 10 points, name this collection of forty-four love sonnets written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
In one of these poems the speaker says "I sank and quailed /
{Sonnets from the Portuguese}