Three Hundred English SonnetsDavid M. Main Blackwood, 1886 - 320 páginas |
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Three Hundred English Sonnets: Chosen and Edited with a Few Notes David M. Main Visualização integral - 1896 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
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 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 poor 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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 136 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 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 star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 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...
Página 54 - 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 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.
Página 39 - INCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me...
Página 180 - ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty ! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Página 145 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Página 131 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels : Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth, the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...