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elizabeth barrett browning's sonnet XVI
Posted by: adeley1144 (203.111.234.---)
Date: July 11, 2007 02:34AM

hello guys! im new to this kind of stuff but then my professor gave us a really hard assignment!! we need to read between the lines and read beyond the lines to analyze the poem..help appreciated...
Sonnet XVI
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone. Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and complete a thing
In lifting upward, as in crushing low !
And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth,
I rise above abasement at the word.
Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth.


Re: elizabeth barrett browning's sonnet XVI
Posted by: LindaD (90.240.250.---)
Date: July 11, 2007 12:28PM

My first thought is, who is she talking about? Her husband? Or God?


Re: elizabeth barrett browning's sonnet XVI
Posted by: oldeyes (216.50.152.---)
Date: July 21, 2007 06:12PM

And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
(gimmie shelter under your purple cloak)


Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone.
(Now there are two of us to deal with my problems)

Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and complete a thing
In lifting upward, as in crushing low !
(vague)

And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
(Oh, by the way, thank for your help. Would you like to make it a fulltime
thing. I will be your friend and supporter forever, certainly as long as you assist me.))

Flattery gets us all in the end.

Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth,
I rise above abasement at the word.
Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth.

(Gimmie a hand, okay?)




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