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Слушать(AI)Sonnet XLIII How Do I Love Thee

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and
My soul can reach, when feeling out of
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (née Moulton-Barrett, /ˈbraʊnɪŋ/; 6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861) was an English poet of the Victorian era, popular in B
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