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, EtcHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - Всего страниц: 361 |
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... heaven's high arches when some angel brings Gifts to the Throne , on wings that never tire ! It hath a subtile music , strangely sweet , Yet all unmeet for dance or roundelay , Or idle love that fadeth like a flower : It is the voice of ...
... heaven's high arches when some angel brings Gifts to the Throne , on wings that never tire ! It hath a subtile music , strangely sweet , Yet all unmeet for dance or roundelay , Or idle love that fadeth like a flower : It is the voice of ...
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... heaven , will hate thee all their days ; But most beware of those who come to praise . O Wondersmith , O worker in sublime And heaven - sent dreams , let art be all 18 Representative Sonnets . "Enamored architect of airy rhyme.
... heaven , will hate thee all their days ; But most beware of those who come to praise . O Wondersmith , O worker in sublime And heaven - sent dreams , let art be all 18 Representative Sonnets . "Enamored architect of airy rhyme.
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... heaven - sent dreams , let art be all in all ; Build as thou wilt , unspoiled by praise or blame , Build as thou wilt , and as thy light is given : Then , if at last the airy structure fall , Dissolve , and vanish , take thyself no ...
... heaven - sent dreams , let art be all in all ; Build as thou wilt , unspoiled by praise or blame , Build as thou wilt , and as thy light is given : Then , if at last the airy structure fall , Dissolve , and vanish , take thyself no ...
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... heaven above Proclaim the elevation of the Host ! VI . O star of morning and of liberty ! O bringer of the light whose splendor shines Above the darkness of the Apennines , Forerunner of the day that is to be ! The voices of the city ...
... heaven above Proclaim the elevation of the Host ! VI . O star of morning and of liberty ! O bringer of the light whose splendor shines Above the darkness of the Apennines , Forerunner of the day that is to be ! The voices of the city ...
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... she moves benign , Armored in her own meekness , as if come Hither from Heaven , to give our Christendom Even of a miracle the vouch divine . So with beholders doth her worth avail , It sheds 28 Representative Sonnets .
... she moves benign , Armored in her own meekness , as if come Hither from Heaven , to give our Christendom Even of a miracle the vouch divine . So with beholders doth her worth avail , It sheds 28 Representative Sonnets .
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BAYARD TAYLOR beauty Behold Born breast breath bright Century CHARLES CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH clouds dark dead dear death deep divine dost doth dream earth EMMA LAZARUS English eternal eyes F. B. SANBORN face fair flowers G. P. Putnam's Sons gaze glow gold golden grace hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HELEN HUNT JACKSON HENRY Houghton hour immortal Italian JAMES JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL kiss land Leigh Hunt life's light lines lips living LONGFELLOW look Love's melody Mifflin mighty morning night o'er octave pain passion Petrarcan Petrarch poems poet poetry rhymes RICHARD HENRY STODDARD sestet shadow shine silence sing skies sleep smile song sonnet soul spirit splendor stars strong summer sweet tears tender thee thine things THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou art thought thrill verse voice volume wandering weary WILLIAM winds wings words write
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Стр. 56 - When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present 5 My true account, lest he returning chide; "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Стр. 26 - Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain, What exultations trampling on despair, What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong, What passionate outcry of a soul in pain, Uprose this poem of the earth and air, This mediaeval miracle of song!
Стр. 219 - 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. 52 - 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. 71 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Стр. 64 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a 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. 46 - 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. 58 - 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. 219 - 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. 84 - So, gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, And, through the music of the languid hours, They hear, like ocean on a western beach, The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.