Thank you to my blog followers...and kidnap yourself today!

Read Miss Lionheart's preview on Amazon

Thanks to all of you, I really appreciate your support, which is why I'm letting you know that my latest book, due to be released in paperback in April, is available.

Read William Cook's review on Miss Lionheart's blog,
and see what all the fuss is about.
Or just kidnap yourself to mad scientist territory today...

or keep an eye out for the paperback launch in April 2016! :)

It seems so long ago when I was putting up the first Miss Lionheart ebook, it was very exciting, and now the compendium is here, I'm absolutely thrilled. I hope you have nearly as much fun rading it, as I did writing this whacky adventure. :)  But you know for those people who prefer a book to hold, the paperback is coming soon.

A.J. 
Author of Quest, Prophecy, Omens, Miss Lionheart and the Laboratory of Death, Wizard's Guide to Wellington, Attack of the Giant Bugs - a You Choose Science Adventure & The Frankie Files.

 

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Tuesday Poem: How do I love thee? (Sonnet 43, 1845) Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

Another poem from Elizabeth Barrett Browning, campaigner for human rights - including the abolition of slavery and improving child labour laws. The first poem I posted of hers is The Cry of the Children, a truly remarkable piece showing the horror of the conditions many children faced at the time, while retaining a lyricism and beauty around the core of unease.

On the other hand this is a love poem, with an inner core of strength, and a sense of the inevitable, possibly obtained from having battled illness most of her life.

Enjoy!


How do I love thee? (Sonnet 43, 1845)  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
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 use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
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.



For more great poetry, check out the Tuesday poem hub here.