Three Hundred English SonnetsDavid M. Main Blackwood, 1886 - Всего страниц: 320 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 6 – 10 из 21
Стр. 62
David M. Main. ' HAT time of year thou mayst in me behold THA When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang : In me thou see'st the ...
David M. Main. ' HAT time of year thou mayst in me behold THA When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang : In me thou see'st the ...
Стр. 69
... but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we , which now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . Ο H , never say that I was false of WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 69.
... but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we , which now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . Ο H , never say that I was false of WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 69.
Стр. 85
... behold , — The mountains ' pride , the meadows ' flowery grace , The stately comeliness of forests old , The sport of floods which would themselves embrace ? What doth it serve to hear the sylvans ' songs , The wanton merle , the ...
... behold , — The mountains ' pride , the meadows ' flowery grace , The stately comeliness of forests old , The sport of floods which would themselves embrace ? What doth it serve to hear the sylvans ' songs , The wanton merle , the ...
Стр. 91
... behold a sinking bark , By winds of sharp remorse unto Thee driven ; Oh , let me not exposed be ruin's mark ! My faults confest , -Lord , say they are forgiven . Thus sighed to Jesus the Bethanian fair , His tear - wet feet still drying ...
... behold a sinking bark , By winds of sharp remorse unto Thee driven ; Oh , let me not exposed be ruin's mark ! My faults confest , -Lord , say they are forgiven . Thus sighed to Jesus the Bethanian fair , His tear - wet feet still drying ...
Стр. 114
... , by tempests tost , Of every changing wind the sport or slave , Soiled with corruption , vexed with party strife , Covered with wrecks of peace and honour lost . WE TO JOHN WILLIAMSON . WHEN I behold thee , 114 THOMAS EDWARDS.
... , by tempests tost , Of every changing wind the sport or slave , Soiled with corruption , vexed with party strife , Covered with wrecks of peace and honour lost . WE TO JOHN WILLIAMSON . WHEN I behold thee , 114 THOMAS EDWARDS.
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Three Hundred English Sonnets: Chosen and Edited with a Few Notes David M. Main Полный просмотр - 1896 |
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
angels Apollo beauty behold birds blessed blest breast breath bright clouds dark dead dear death deep delight didst divine dost doth dream earth ENGLISH SONNETS eternal evermore eyes face fade FAERY QUEEN fair fame Faunus fear flowers friends glorious glory gold grace green grief Hall Caine hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hills holy honour hope hopes and fears hour light live look love thee Love's lute MARCH 13 mighty mind Monte Rosa morn mortal mourn Muse Nature's neath never NICIAS night o'er OZYMANDIAS peace pleasure poet praise pure rill rose rose red round scorn shadow shine sigh sight silent sing Sith skies sleep soft song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars summer sweet tears thine things thou art thought thyself Time's Twixt unto voice weep winds wings youth
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 53 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Стр. 51 - 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...
Стр. 195 - 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...
Стр. 69 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Стр. 57 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Стр. 180 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Стр. 71 - 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. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 116 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Стр. 137 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 174 - 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.