Sonnets From The Portuguese XLIII

"God, God!     With a childs voice I cry,     Weak, sad, confidingly,     God, God!     Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up     Unto"

"With stammering lips and insufficient sound     I strive and struggle to deliver right     That music of my nature, day and night     With drea"

""Theu theu, ti prosderkesthe m ommasin, tekna;"     [Alas, alas, why do you gaze at me with your eyes, my children.]     - Medea.     Do ye h"

"Belovd, thou hast brought me many flowers     Plucked in the garden, all the summer through,     And winter, and it seemed as if they grew"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"