Specimens of English SonnetsW. Pickering, 1833 - Всего страниц: 224 |
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... Thomas Watson .. Sir Walter Raleigh .. Samuel Daniel Michael Drayton ... .. Henry Constable Barnaby Barnes Edmund ... Edwards 127 Thomas Gray ....... Thomas Warton 132 133-139 viii John Bampfylde LIST OF SONNET - WRITERS . Charlotte.
... Thomas Watson .. Sir Walter Raleigh .. Samuel Daniel Michael Drayton ... .. Henry Constable Barnaby Barnes Edmund ... Edwards 127 Thomas Gray ....... Thomas Warton 132 133-139 viii John Bampfylde LIST OF SONNET - WRITERS . Charlotte.
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... , sweetness , goodness , in her person shin'd So clear , as in no face with more delight . But O , as to embrace me she inclin'd , I wak'd ; she fled ; and day brought back my night . THOMAS EDWARDS . TO RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE , ESQ . 126.
... , sweetness , goodness , in her person shin'd So clear , as in no face with more delight . But O , as to embrace me she inclin'd , I wak'd ; she fled ; and day brought back my night . THOMAS EDWARDS . TO RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE , ESQ . 126.
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Alexander Dyce. THOMAS EDWARDS . TO RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE , ESQ . CAMBRIDGE , with whom , my pilot and my guide , Pleas'd I have travers'd thy Sabrina's flood , Both where ... THOMAS EDWARDS . ON A FAMILY - PICTURE . WHEN 127 Thomas Edwards.
Alexander Dyce. THOMAS EDWARDS . TO RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE , ESQ . CAMBRIDGE , with whom , my pilot and my guide , Pleas'd I have travers'd thy Sabrina's flood , Both where ... THOMAS EDWARDS . ON A FAMILY - PICTURE . WHEN 127 Thomas Edwards.
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... d from the fury of the barbarous Gaul , And wasting Time , which has the rest o'erthrown , Amidst our house's ruins I remain Single , unpropp'd , and nodding to my fall . THOMAS EDWARDS . TO THE AUTHOR OF OBSERVATIONS ON THE 128.
... d from the fury of the barbarous Gaul , And wasting Time , which has the rest o'erthrown , Amidst our house's ruins I remain Single , unpropp'd , and nodding to my fall . THOMAS EDWARDS . TO THE AUTHOR OF OBSERVATIONS ON THE 128.
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Alexander Dyce. THOMAS EDWARDS . TO THE AUTHOR OF OBSERVATIONS ON THE CONVERSION . AND APOSTLESHIP OF ST . PAUL . O LYTTELTON , great meed shalt thou receive , Great meed of fame , thou ... THOMAS EDWARDS . FOR THE ROOT - HOUSE AT WREST 129.
Alexander Dyce. THOMAS EDWARDS . TO THE AUTHOR OF OBSERVATIONS ON THE CONVERSION . AND APOSTLESHIP OF ST . PAUL . O LYTTELTON , great meed shalt thou receive , Great meed of fame , thou ... THOMAS EDWARDS . FOR THE ROOT - HOUSE AT WREST 129.
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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 earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair faith fame flowers grace green grief grove happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE 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 Pity Poems poison'd praise pride publick rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shine shore sigh sight silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sith sleep smiles songs Sonnets sorrow soul spring stars streams sweet tears thee thine THOMAS EDWARDS THOMAS WARTON thou art thou hast thou shalt thought true truth unto verse virtue waste weep WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
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Стр. 111 - endu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. JOHN MILTON.
Стр. 126 - wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came, vested all in white, pure as her mind : Her face was veil'd ; yet to my fancied sight Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person
Стр. 205 - JOHN KEATS. ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft
Стр. 121 - blood and ashes sow O'er all 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.
Стр. 201 - 1802. ilton! 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 bowe Have forfeited their ancient English
Стр. 201 - raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
Стр. 57 - love remember'd, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye,
Стр. 78 - Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
Стр. 82 - Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, . And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most
Стр. 82 - time My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.