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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... Voice WHITE , JOSEPH BLANCO . Night and Death ཚསྨྱ 84 82 Night and Death ( first version ) On Hearing Myself called Old . 8885 64 65 66 WORDSWORTH , WILLIAM . The Quiet Muse A Reproach The Sonnet Milton 2828 62 63 15 62 IN THE APPENDIX ...
... Voice WHITE , JOSEPH BLANCO . Night and Death ཚསྨྱ 84 82 Night and Death ( first version ) On Hearing Myself called Old . 8885 64 65 66 WORDSWORTH , WILLIAM . The Quiet Muse A Reproach The Sonnet Milton 2828 62 63 15 62 IN THE APPENDIX ...
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... Voice . I. ( P ) The Sea's Voice . II . ( I ) In November ( P ) • FULLER , MARGARET . See OSSOLI . GARRISON , WENDELL PHILLIPS . The Vision of Abraham Lincoln ( P ) Post - Meridian . I. ( P ) Post - Meridian . II . ( P ) . · GARRISON ...
... Voice . I. ( P ) The Sea's Voice . II . ( I ) In November ( P ) • FULLER , MARGARET . See OSSOLI . GARRISON , WENDELL PHILLIPS . The Vision of Abraham Lincoln ( P ) Post - Meridian . I. ( P ) Post - Meridian . II . ( P ) . · GARRISON ...
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... flower : It is the voice of hearts that strongly beat , The cry of souls that grandly love and pray , The trumpet - peal that thrills the battle - hour ! This graceful object - lesson in sonnetry must also be The Sonnet . 17.
... flower : It is the voice of hearts that strongly beat , The cry of souls that grandly love and pray , The trumpet - peal that thrills the battle - hour ! This graceful object - lesson in sonnetry must also be The Sonnet . 17.
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... voice to hold it strong , And keep it within sound of human ears ; Yet some upon their verse so long have wrought , The singing voice within one never hears , Because the cage hath hushed the captive Thought . Were it not better far ...
... voice to hold it strong , And keep it within sound of human ears ; Yet some upon their verse so long have wrought , The singing voice within one never hears , Because the cage hath hushed the captive Thought . Were it not better far ...
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... voice celestial that begins With the pathetic words , " Although your sins As scarlet be , " and ends with " as the snow . " IV . With snow - white veil , and garments as of flame , She stands before thee , who so long ago Filled thy ...
... voice celestial that begins With the pathetic words , " Although your sins As scarlet be , " and ends with " as the snow . " IV . With snow - white veil , and garments as of flame , She stands before thee , who so long ago Filled thy ...
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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...