| Sonnet Number |
First Line of the Sonnet |
| 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 |
| XIV |
If thou must love me, let
it be for nought |
| XV |
Accuse me not, beseech thee,
that I wear |
| XVI |
And yet, because thou overcomest
so, |
| XVII |
My poet, thou canst touch
on all the notes |
| XVIII |
I never gave a lock of
hair away |
| XIX |
The soul's Rialto hath its
merchandise; |
| XX |
Belovèd, my Belovèd, when I
think |
| XXI |
Say over again, and yet once
over again, |
| XXII |
When our two souls stand
up erect and strong, |
| XXIII |
Is it indeed so? If I lay here
dead, |
| XXIV |
Let the world's sharpness,
like a clasping knife, |
| XXV |
A heavy heart, Belovèd, have
I borne |
| XXVI |
I lived with visions for my
company |
| XXVII |
My dear Belovèd, who hast lifted
me |
| XXVIII |
My letters-- all dead paper,
mute and white! |
| XXIX |
I think of thee!--my thoughts
do twine and bud |
| XXX |
I see thine image through my
tears to-night, |
| XXXI |
Thou comest! all is said without
a word. |
| XXXII |
The first time that the sun
rose on thine oath |
| XXXIII |
Yes, call me by my pet-name!
let me hear |
| XXXIV |
With the same heart, I said,
I'll answer thee |
| XXXV |
If I leave all for thee, wilt
thou exchange |
| XXXVI |
When we met first and loved,
I did not build |
| XXXVII |
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my
soul should make, |
| XXXVIII |
First time he kissed me, he
but only kissed |
| XLIX |
Because thou hast the power
and own'st the grace |
| XL |
Oh, yes! they love through
all this world of ours! |
| XLI |
I thank all who have loved
me in their hearts, |
| XLII |
My future will not copy
fair my past-- |
| XLIII |
How do I love thee? Let me
count the ways. |
| XLIV |
Belovèd, thou hast brought
me many flowers |
