English Sonnets: A SelectionJohn Dennis H.S. King & Company, 1873 - 238 páginas |
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... never interest the multitude , should have a strong claim on the regard of thoughtful readers of poetry . They are not likely to throw it aside after a careless glance , but will rather , let us hope , turn to it again . and yet again ...
... never interest the multitude , should have a strong claim on the regard of thoughtful readers of poetry . They are not likely to throw it aside after a careless glance , but will rather , let us hope , turn to it again . and yet again ...
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... countenance , like a goodly banner , Spreads in defiance of all enemies . Was never in this world ought worthy tried Without some spark of such self - pleasing pride . EDMUND SPENSER . 1552-1599 . HIS LADY'S EYES . ONE ENGLISH SONNETS . 9.
... countenance , like a goodly banner , Spreads in defiance of all enemies . Was never in this world ought worthy tried Without some spark of such self - pleasing pride . EDMUND SPENSER . 1552-1599 . HIS LADY'S EYES . ONE ENGLISH SONNETS . 9.
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... never feedeth but on dainty meat , Else need he not to pine as he hath done : For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree Can give food to my Love , and life to me . HENRY CONSTABLE . Born 1555 LOVE'S CONSTANCY . NEEDS must 22 ENGLISH ...
... never feedeth but on dainty meat , Else need he not to pine as he hath done : For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree Can give food to my Love , and life to me . HENRY CONSTABLE . Born 1555 LOVE'S CONSTANCY . NEEDS must 22 ENGLISH ...
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... never move ; Love is not in my heart , no , lady , no : My heart is love itself ; till I forego My heart , I never can my love remove . How shall I then leave love ? I do intend Not to crave grace , but yet to wish it still ; Not to ...
... never move ; Love is not in my heart , no , lady , no : My heart is love itself ; till I forego My heart , I never can my love remove . How shall I then leave love ? I do intend Not to crave grace , but yet to wish it still ; Not to ...
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... 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 ' pride , Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned , In process of the ...
... 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 ' pride , Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned , In process of the ...
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beauty behold bird breath bright charm cheerful Cornhill Crown 8vo dark DAVID GRAY dear death delight divine dost doth dream earth Edition EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eyes fair Faith fame fancy fear feel flowers friends grace happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE hope JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON JULIAN FANE Lady language light live London look Lord love thee Love's master MICHAEL DRAYTON mind Mistress morn Muse never night o'er passion Paternoster Row Petrarch pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise pray Price reader SAMUEL DANIEL Shakespeare shine sight sing sleep song sorrow soul SPEARE spirit story SURREY sweet tears thine things thou art thought touches verse voice volume weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKE WILLIAM WORDS Wordsworth WORTH written youth
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Página 31 - 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 29 - 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 48 - 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 102 - 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Página 55 - 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 35 - 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 42 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Página 26 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 210 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Página 3 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes...