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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... Light ( I ) LUNT , GEORGE . The Philosophers ( I ) • MACE , FRANCES LAUGHTON . Alcyone . I. ( P ) 232 Alcyone . II . ( P ) Alcyone . III . ( P ) St. Cecilia ( P ) The Cricket ( I ) 233 233 234 MARKHAM , CHARLES EDWIN . 234 June ( P ) ...
... Light ( I ) LUNT , GEORGE . The Philosophers ( I ) • MACE , FRANCES LAUGHTON . Alcyone . I. ( P ) 232 Alcyone . II . ( P ) Alcyone . III . ( P ) St. Cecilia ( P ) The Cricket ( I ) 233 233 234 MARKHAM , CHARLES EDWIN . 234 June ( P ) ...
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... light . This delicate rhyme- repetition should strike on the reader as bird- notes in the tree - tops do on a rapt and eager trav- eler . - Another musical , as well as frequent , arrange- ment of the sestet is to have but two rhymes ...
... light . This delicate rhyme- repetition should strike on the reader as bird- notes in the tree - tops do on a rapt and eager trav- eler . - Another musical , as well as frequent , arrange- ment of the sestet is to have but two rhymes ...
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... light main . " Is there not the germ of music in them , borrowed from the old Italian mandolins ; a chiming itera- tion and reiteration in the octave , then an echo- like repetition of sound in the sestet ? If one re- peats the words ...
... light main . " Is there not the germ of music in them , borrowed from the old Italian mandolins ; a chiming itera- tion and reiteration in the octave , then an echo- like repetition of sound in the sestet ? If one re- peats the words ...
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... light is given : Then , if at last the airy structure fall , Dissolve , and vanish , take thyself no shame . They fail , and they alone , who have not striven . Perhaps the following sonnet is also pertinent to the poet's art , and it ...
... light is given : Then , if at last the airy structure fall , Dissolve , and vanish , take thyself no shame . They fail , and they alone , who have not striven . Perhaps the following sonnet is also pertinent to the poet's art , and it ...
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... light whose splendor shines Above the darkness of the Apennines , Forerunner of the day that is to be ! The voices of the city and the sea , The voices of the mountains and the pines , Repeat thy song till the familiar lines Are ...
... light whose splendor shines Above the darkness of the Apennines , Forerunner of the day that is to be ! The voices of the city and the sea , The voices of the mountains and the pines , Repeat thy song till the familiar lines Are ...
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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...