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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... Rest ( S ) 301 The Frost ( S ) . 302 The Invitation ( S ) 302 WALSH , HENRY C. Love's Gold ( P ) 303 WASSON , DAVID ATWOOD . Love against Love ( S ) 303 • Royalty ( I ) 304 . Defiance ( S ) 304 WEBB , CHARLES HENRY ( " JOHN PAUL ...
... Rest ( S ) 301 The Frost ( S ) . 302 The Invitation ( S ) 302 WALSH , HENRY C. Love's Gold ( P ) 303 WASSON , DAVID ATWOOD . Love against Love ( S ) 303 • Royalty ( I ) 304 . Defiance ( S ) 304 WEBB , CHARLES HENRY ( " JOHN PAUL ...
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... rest , while they give so undeserved an emphasis to the last two rhyme - words that it obtrudes on the thought , or at least unpleasantly intrudes the mechanism of the verse . If any further objection need be made to this style of ...
... rest , while they give so undeserved an emphasis to the last two rhyme - words that it obtrudes on the thought , or at least unpleasantly intrudes the mechanism of the verse . If any further objection need be made to this style of ...
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... rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " The next sonnet is not only graceful , but has much historical interest , being written when the house where the poet lived was in danger from the soldiery of Charles I. The mighty ...
... rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " The next sonnet is not only graceful , but has much historical interest , being written when the house where the poet lived was in danger from the soldiery of Charles I. The mighty ...
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... rest ; yet he would have rest blended with love , would breast the unknown sea on undulations of bliss : ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S " HOMER . " MUCH have I traveled in the realms of gold , And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ...
... rest ; yet he would have rest blended with love , would breast the unknown sea on undulations of bliss : ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S " HOMER . " MUCH have I traveled in the realms of gold , And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ...
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... rest within you , dear , As , through the billowy voices yearning here , Great nature strives to find a human speech . A sonnet is a wave of melody : From heaving waters of the impassioned soul A billow of tidal music , one and whole ...
... rest within you , dear , As , through the billowy voices yearning here , Great nature strives to find a human speech . A sonnet is a wave of melody : From heaving waters of the impassioned soul A billow of tidal music , one and whole ...
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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.
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