“Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of desolation! there's a voice within
That weeps... as thou must sing... alone, aloof.”

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning , book Sonnets from the Portuguese

No. IV
Sonnets from the Portuguese (1850)

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English poet, author 1806–1861

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