A Treasury of English SonnetsDavid M. Main A. Ireland and Company, 1880 - 470 páginas |
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Página 93
... lost within the shady wood ; And showed the Bark upon the glassy flood For ever anchored in her sheltering bay . Soul - soothing Art ! whom Morning , Noon - tide , Even , Do serve with all their changeful pageantry ; Thou , with ...
... lost within the shady wood ; And showed the Bark upon the glassy flood For ever anchored in her sheltering bay . Soul - soothing Art ! whom Morning , Noon - tide , Even , Do serve with all their changeful pageantry ; Thou , with ...
Página 95
... lost an ever ready friend GR Now that the cottage Spinning - wheel is mute ; And Care - a comforter that best could suit Her froward mood , and softliest reprehend ; And Love - a charmer's voice , that used to lend , More efficaciously ...
... lost an ever ready friend GR Now that the cottage Spinning - wheel is mute ; And Care - a comforter that best could suit Her froward mood , and softliest reprehend ; And Love - a charmer's voice , that used to lend , More efficaciously ...
Página 108
... lost for ever . In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die , who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake ; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held . — In every thing we are sprung Of ...
... lost for ever . In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die , who speak the tongue That Shakspeare spake ; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held . — In every thing we are sprung Of ...
Página 135
... lost to vanish from thine eye , Yet only to the dearest store it fled Of my remembrance , where it now doth lie , Like a thrice precious relic of the dead , The chiefest jewel of its treasury . ROBERT ROSCOE 1789-1850 CCLXVI I WILL not ...
... lost to vanish from thine eye , Yet only to the dearest store it fled Of my remembrance , where it now doth lie , Like a thrice precious relic of the dead , The chiefest jewel of its treasury . ROBERT ROSCOE 1789-1850 CCLXVI I WILL not ...
Página 153
... the stove there shrills The cricket's song , in warmth increasing ever , And seems to one in drowsiness half lost , The grasshopper's among some grassy hills . JOHN KEATS 1795-1821 CCCIII HAPPY is England ! I could English Sonnets 153.
... the stove there shrills The cricket's song , in warmth increasing ever , And seems to one in drowsiness half lost , The grasshopper's among some grassy hills . JOHN KEATS 1795-1821 CCCIII HAPPY is England ! I could English Sonnets 153.
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Barnabe Barnes beauty birds blest Book breath bright Charles Lamb CHARLES TENNYSON clouds dark dead dear death delight divine dost doth dream earth edition EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eyes fair fancy fear flowers gentle glory golden grace green Grosart hand happy Hartley Coleridge hath heart heaven Henry honour John JOHN CLARE John Keats John Milton Keats Leigh Hunt light lines live Lord Love's memory Milton mind morn Muse never night o'er passion Poems poet poet's Poetical poetry praise printed rime rose Samuel Daniel says shadow Shakspeare's shine Sidney sight silent sing sleep soft song soul Spenser spirit spring star sweet tears tender thee thine things Thomas thou art thought unto verse voice William Caldwell Roscoe William Drummond WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings words writing written
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Página 52 - Love's not Time's Fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Página 36 - 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 34 - 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 51 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Página 33 - 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 142 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Página 27 - come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free...
Página 46 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces , Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
Página 72 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Página 289 - O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.