English SonnetsSir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch Chapman and Hall, ld., 1897 - 223 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
angels beauty behold birds bliss breath bright Bryan Waller Procter Capel Lofft Charles Lamb cheerful clouds couplet dark dead dear death delight didst dost doth dream Earl earth Edmund Spenser English eternal eyes fair fame feel flowers friends grace green grief hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour immortal John Milton Keats light lines live look Lord love thee love's Mark Pattison Michael Drayton mighty Milton morning mourn Muse never night o'er octave pensive Petrarcan Petrarch pleasure poet praise quatrains queen rest rhyme Saint Samuel Daniel Samuel Laman Blanchard sestet shade Shakespeare shalt shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smiles soft song sonnet sorrow soul sound spring star summer sweet tears tercets thine things Thomas Warton thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany verse voice weep whenas William William Wordsworth winds wings Wordsworth youth
Pasajes populares
Página 67 - 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.
Página 203 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Página 134 - In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Página 51 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Página 106 - ... clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 47 - 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...
Página 107 - 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.
Página 146 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide; The Form remains, the Function never dies; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish; - be it so! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Página 66 - To me fair friend you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still: three winters cold, Have from the forests shook three summers...
Página 38 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.