Representative Sonnets by American Poets: With an Essay on the Sonnet, Its Nature and History, Including Many Notable Sonnets of Other Literatures, Also Biographical Notes, Indexes, EtcCharles Henry Crandall Houghton, Mifflin, 1890 - Всего страниц: 361 |
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... breath ; The solemn organ whereon Milton played , And the clear glass where Shakespeare's shadow falls : A sea this is , - beware who ventureth ! For like a fjord the narrow floor is laid Mid - ocean deep to the sheer mountain walls ...
... breath ; The solemn organ whereon Milton played , And the clear glass where Shakespeare's shadow falls : A sea this is , - beware who ventureth ! For like a fjord the narrow floor is laid Mid - ocean deep to the sheer mountain walls ...
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... breath , This puppet , fashioned in an elder day , Through whose strait lips no heart can cry or pray ? " O deaf and blind of soul , these words that saith ! If that thine ear is dull , what hindereth That quicker ears should hear the ...
... breath , This puppet , fashioned in an elder day , Through whose strait lips no heart can cry or pray ? " O deaf and blind of soul , these words that saith ! If that thine ear is dull , what hindereth That quicker ears should hear the ...
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... breath , In Charon's palm it pay the toll to Death . DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI . This may be the best place to insert Mr. Al- drich's poetic philosophy , which applies very well to sonnet - writing , and , once read , should be always ...
... breath , In Charon's palm it pay the toll to Death . DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI . This may be the best place to insert Mr. Al- drich's poetic philosophy , which applies very well to sonnet - writing , and , once read , should be always ...
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... breath , half solace and of love the whole , That saith to the bowed spirit " Sigh ! " forever . This sonnet also is by Dante , Miss Guiney's translation : IO MIA SENTII SVEGLIAR DENTRO ALLO CORE . Within my bosom from long apathy ...
... breath , half solace and of love the whole , That saith to the bowed spirit " Sigh ! " forever . This sonnet also is by Dante , Miss Guiney's translation : IO MIA SENTII SVEGLIAR DENTRO ALLO CORE . Within my bosom from long apathy ...
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... breath ? ( TRANSLATED BY T. W. HIGGINSON . ) Nor was the sonnet neglected in German litera- ture , when that literature was at its best . Goethe's sonnets are charming to read , not only in the original but in the translations of ...
... breath ? ( TRANSLATED BY T. W. HIGGINSON . ) Nor was the sonnet neglected in German litera- ture , when that literature was at its best . Goethe's sonnets are charming to read , not only in the original but in the translations of ...
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BAYARD TAYLOR beauty behold Born breath bright CELIA THAXTER Century CHARLES CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH clouds dark dead dear death deep divine dost doth dream earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN EMMA LAZARUS English eyes F. B. SANBORN face fair flower G. P. Putnam's Sons gaze glow golden grace hand hast hath hear heart heaven HELEN HUNT JACKSON HENRY hope Houghton hour hushed immortal Italian kiss land light lines lips living lonely LONGFELLOW look love's melody Mifflin mighty morning night o'er octave pain pale passion Petrarcan Petrarch poems poet rhymes RICHARD HENRY STODDARD roses sestet shadow shine silence sing skies sleep smile soft song sonnet soul spirit splendor stars strong summer sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thought thrill verse voice weary WILLIAM winds wings wonder words write
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Стр. 46 - Milton! thou should'st 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. 179 - Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Стр. 44 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
Стр. 207 - Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
Стр. 38 - Having this day, my horse, my hand, my lance, Guided so well that I obtained the prize, Both by the judgment of the English eyes, And of some sent from that sweet enemy, — France...
Стр. 48 - neath the curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came ; And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 45 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued. And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Стр. 179 - Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!
Стр. 47 - WHY art thou silent ? Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair ? Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant ? Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant, Bound to thy service with unceasing care, The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For naught but what thy hap'piness could spare.
Стр. 38 - The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low...