English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languished grace To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O moon , tell me Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as ...
... feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languished grace To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O moon , tell me Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as ...
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... hold the bliss of peaceful mind ; Since this we feel , great loss we cannot find . A VISION UPON THE FAERY QUEEN . ETHOUGHT I saw SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . BY POETS OF THE PAST . Since Nature's works good, and death doth serve Sir Philip Sidney.
... hold the bliss of peaceful mind ; Since this we feel , great loss we cannot find . A VISION UPON THE FAERY QUEEN . ETHOUGHT I saw SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . BY POETS OF THE PAST . Since Nature's works good, and death doth serve Sir Philip Sidney.
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... my sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain . REMEMBRANCE . HEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought SAMUEL DANIEL . 14 ENGLISH SONNETS . To Sleep Joshua Sylvester.
... my sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain . REMEMBRANCE . HEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought SAMUEL DANIEL . 14 ENGLISH SONNETS . To Sleep Joshua Sylvester.
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... and might Each breast does feel , no braver fuel choose Than that which one day worms may chance refuse ? ON HIS BLINDNESS . HEN I consider how my light GEORGE HERBERT . 44 ENGLISH SONNETS . My God, where is that ancient heat towards Thee.
... and might Each breast does feel , no braver fuel choose Than that which one day worms may chance refuse ? ON HIS BLINDNESS . HEN I consider how my light GEORGE HERBERT . 44 ENGLISH SONNETS . My God, where is that ancient heat towards Thee.
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... feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall ! And now along the white and level tide , They fling their melancholy music wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days , and those delightful years When by my ...
... feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall ! And now along the white and level tide , They fling their melancholy music wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days , and those delightful years When by my ...
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beauty behold beneath bird bowers breath brevita bright brooklet Castara cheer clouds D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep delight didst divine doth dream Earl of Surrey earth English Sonnets eternal eyes fade FAERY QUEEN fair fear flowers FOUNTAINS ABBEY gentle gleam glorious glory golden grace green grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope HORACE SMITH life's light lonely look Lord love thee Love's memory mighty mind morn mourn murmur Muse never night o'er ORFORD CASTLE Ozymandias pale pensive Petrarch poet praise rest RIVER ARUN rose round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES shade shalt shepherds shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spring springing lark star stream summer sweet tears thine things thou art thou hast thought tomb verse voice waves weep wild William Habington wind wing youth
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Página 15 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Página 14 - 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.
Página 69 - 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! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.
Página 183 - 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. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Página 13 - 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 71 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Página 17 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 28 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Página 47 - LAWRENCE ! of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
Página 117 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.