Specimens of English SonnetsW. Pickering, 1833 - Всего страниц: 224 |
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... early morn did shine , With all triumphant splendour on my brow ; But out , alack ! he was but one hour mine , The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now . Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain ...
... early morn did shine , With all triumphant splendour on my brow ; But out , alack ! he was but one hour mine , The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now . Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain ...
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Alexander Dyce. WILLIAM DRUMMOND . SWEET bird , that sing'st away the early hours , Of winters past or coming void of care , Well - pleased with delights which present are , Fair seasons , budding sprays , sweet - smelling flowers ! To ...
Alexander Dyce. WILLIAM DRUMMOND . SWEET bird , that sing'st away the early hours , Of winters past or coming void of care , Well - pleased with delights which present are , Fair seasons , budding sprays , sweet - smelling flowers ! To ...
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... early death contain . Some clown's coarse lungs will poison thy sweet flower , If by the careless plough thou shalt be torn ; And many Herods lie in wait each hour To murder thee as soon as thou art born ; Nay , force thy bud to blow ...
... early death contain . Some clown's coarse lungs will poison thy sweet flower , If by the careless plough thou shalt be torn ; And many Herods lie in wait each hour To murder thee as soon as thou art born ; Nay , force thy bud to blow ...
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... earliest youth Wisely hast shunn'd the broad way and the green , And with those few art eminently seen , That labour up the hill of heavenly truth , The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast ; and they that overween , And ...
... earliest youth Wisely hast shunn'd the broad way and the green , And with those few art eminently seen , That labour up the hill of heavenly truth , The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast ; and they that overween , And ...
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... the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundred fold , who , having learn'd thy way , Early may fly the Babylonian woe . JOHN MILTON . ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider 121.
... the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundred fold , who , having learn'd thy way , Early may fly the Babylonian woe . JOHN MILTON . ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider 121.
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ANNA SEWARD beams beauty behold birds bliss bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds CYRIACK SKINNER dark dear death delight dost EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair faith fame flowers grace green grief grove happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE HENRY KIRKE WHITE honour hope JOHN BAMPFYLDE JOHN MILTON light live looks lov'd love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mirth morn mourn Muse never night o'er pale peace Poems praise pride publick rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shine shore sigh sight silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sith sleep smiles songs Sonnet by William sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine THOMAS EDWARDS THOMAS WARTON thou art thou hast thou shalt thought truth verse virtue vols waste weep WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
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Стр. 201 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 192 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Стр. 70 - THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 69 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 33 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...
Стр. 205 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Стр. 197 - ONCE did she hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea.
Стр. 61 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Стр. 57 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Стр. 81 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.