Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Sonnet Xxxviii Comments

Rating: 2.9

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its ' Oh, list,'
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Dr Antony Theodore 27 April 2020

The third upon my lips was folded down In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed, I have been proud and said, ' My love, my own.' fine expressions of love. tony

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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