Sonnets from the Portuguese


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The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandize; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet’s forehead to my heart Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,— As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart, . . . The bay crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise, Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black! Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath, I tie the shadows safe from gliding back, And lay the gift where nothing hindereth; Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.

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Chicago: "XIX," Sonnets from the Portuguese Original Sources, accessed September 29, 2022,

MLA: "XIX." Sonnets from the Portuguese, Original Sources. 29 Sep. 2022.

Harvard: 1850, 'XIX' in Sonnets from the Portuguese. Original Sources, retrieved 29 September 2022, from