Specimens of English SonnetsW. Pickering, 1833 - 224 páginas |
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... want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be lov'd , and yet Those lovers scorn , whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness ? SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . COME , Sleep - O Sleep 6.
... want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be lov'd , and yet Those lovers scorn , whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness ? SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . COME , Sleep - O Sleep 6.
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... , feather'd with flying hours , Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow : Then do not thou such treasure waste in vain , But love now whilst thou may'st be lov'd again . SAMUEL DANIEL . WHEN men shall find thy flower , 23.
... , feather'd with flying hours , Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow : Then do not thou such treasure waste in vain , But love now whilst thou may'st be lov'd again . SAMUEL DANIEL . WHEN men shall find thy flower , 23.
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... lov'd thee thus before thou fadest , My faith shall wax , when thou art in thy waning . The world shall find this miracle in me , That fire can burn when all the matter's spent : Then what my faith hath been thyself shalt see , And that ...
... lov'd thee thus before thou fadest , My faith shall wax , when thou art in thy waning . The world shall find this miracle in me , That fire can burn when all the matter's spent : Then what my faith hath been thyself shalt see , And that ...
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... thy sacred virtues must protect Against the dark , and Time's consuming rage . Though th ' error of my youth in them appear , Suffice , they shew I liv'd , and lov'd thee dear . MICHAEL DRAYTON . WHY should your fair eyes with such 28.
... thy sacred virtues must protect Against the dark , and Time's consuming rage . Though th ' error of my youth in them appear , Suffice , they shew I liv'd , and lov'd thee dear . MICHAEL DRAYTON . WHY should your fair eyes with such 28.
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... alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom . If this be error , and upon me prov'd , I never writ , nor no man ever lov'd , WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . ACCUSE me thus ; that I have 88.
... alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom . If this be error , and upon me prov'd , I never writ , nor no man ever lov'd , WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . ACCUSE me thus ; that I have 88.
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ANNA SEWARD beams beauty behold birds bliss bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds CYRIACK SKINNER dark dear death delight dost earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair faith fame flowers grace green grief grove happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE honour hope JOHN BAMPFYLDE JOHN MILTON light live looks lov'd love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mirth morn mourn Muse never night o'er pale peace Pity Poems poison'd praise pride publick rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shine shore sigh sight silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sith sleep smiles songs Sonnets sorrow soul spring stars streams sweet tears thee thine THOMAS EDWARDS THOMAS WARTON thou art thou hast thou shalt thought true truth unto verse virtue waste weep WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
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Página 111 - endu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. JOHN MILTON.
Página 126 - wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the 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 : Her face was veil'd ; yet to my fancied sight Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person
Página 205 - JOHN KEATS. ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft
Página 121 - blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow A hundred fold, who, having learn'd thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe. JOHN MILTON. ON HIS BLINDNESS.
Página 201 - 1802. ilton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bowe Have forfeited their ancient English
Página 201 - raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
Página 57 - love remember'd, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 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 : Then can I drown an eye,
Página 78 - Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
Página 82 - Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, . And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most
Página 82 - time My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.