The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... hand The Thing became a Trumpet , whence he blew Soul - animating strains -- alas , too few ! ' ' WORDSWORTH . " Sundrie Flowers , bound up in one small Posie ; gathered partly in fyue ont- ndish gardens ; and partly out of our owne ...
... hand The Thing became a Trumpet , whence he blew Soul - animating strains -- alas , too few ! ' ' WORDSWORTH . " Sundrie Flowers , bound up in one small Posie ; gathered partly in fyue ont- ndish gardens ; and partly out of our owne ...
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... of my course . Alas , not of steel , but of brittle glass , I see that from my hand falleth my trust , And all my thoughts are dashed into dust . A LOVER PRAYETH HIS OFFERED HEART TO BE RECEIVED . 8 SIR THOMAS WIAT .
... of my course . Alas , not of steel , but of brittle glass , I see that from my hand falleth my trust , And all my thoughts are dashed into dust . A LOVER PRAYETH HIS OFFERED HEART TO BE RECEIVED . 8 SIR THOMAS WIAT .
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... hand my chin , to ease my restless head ; The pleasant spot re - vested green with warm ; The blossomed boughs , with lusty Ver y - spread ; The flour'd meades , the wedded birdes so late Mine eyes discover ; and to my minde resort The ...
... hand my chin , to ease my restless head ; The pleasant spot re - vested green with warm ; The blossomed boughs , with lusty Ver y - spread ; The flour'd meades , the wedded birdes so late Mine eyes discover ; and to my minde resort The ...
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... hand , my lance , Guided so well , that I obtain'd the prize , Both by the judgement of the English eyes , And of some sent from that sweet enemy , France ; Horsemen , my skill in horsemanship advance , Town - folks , my strength ; a ...
... hand , my lance , Guided so well , that I obtain'd the prize , Both by the judgement of the English eyes , And of some sent from that sweet enemy , France ; Horsemen , my skill in horsemanship advance , Town - folks , my strength ; a ...
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... others ' wings I take , For nothing from my wit or will doth flow ; Since all my words thy beauty doth indite , And Love doth hold my hand , and make me write . C As good to write , as for to lie and SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . 25.
... others ' wings I take , For nothing from my wit or will doth flow ; Since all my words thy beauty doth indite , And Love doth hold my hand , and make me write . C As good to write , as for to lie and SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . 25.
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beams beauteous beauty beauty's behold bird blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CASTARA charm clouds dark dear death delight dost doth EARL OF SURREY earth eternal eyes face fade fair fame fear flowers gentle glory grace green grief Guitton d'Arezzo hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour kiss Lady Anne Clifford life's light live lonely look Love's lyre marriage mind MONDEGO morn mourn Muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace Petrarch poet Poet Laureat praise racter rest round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES scene scorn shade shine sigh sight silent sing Sir Philip Sidney Sith sleep smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sunne Surry sweet tears thee thine thou art thought unto virtues voice wandering waves weary ween whilst Wiat wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings youth
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Página 61 - 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 129 - 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 66 - But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
Página 56 - To me, fair friend, you 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 turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...
Página 62 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Página 56 - 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 61 - 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 58 - 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 145 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Página 58 - When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd...