English Sonnets by Poets of the PastSamuel Waddington G. Bell and Sons, 1888 - 238 páginas |
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... praise to sleight , which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance : Others , because of both sides I do take My blood from them who did excel in this , Think Nature me a man - at - arms did make . How far they ...
... praise to sleight , which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance : Others , because of both sides I do take My blood from them who did excel in this , Think Nature me a man - at - arms did make . How far they ...
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... 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 , As with your shadow I with these did play . WILLIAM ...
... 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 , As with your shadow I with these did play . WILLIAM ...
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... 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now . So all their ...
... 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now . So all their ...
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... praises sing Of Him that made and rules at his behest The minds and hearts of every living thing ? Ah , sweet Content , where doth thine harbour hold ? Is it in churches with religious men Which please the gods with prayers manifold ...
... praises sing Of Him that made and rules at his behest The minds and hearts of every living thing ? Ah , sweet Content , where doth thine harbour hold ? Is it in churches with religious men Which please the gods with prayers manifold ...
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... deliverance from th ' infernal pit , Who sings thy praise ? Only a scarf or glove Doth warm our hands , and make them write of love . ORD , with what care hast Thou begirt us round GEORGE HERBERT . 42 ENGLISH SONNETS . Love Robert Herrick •
... deliverance from th ' infernal pit , Who sings thy praise ? Only a scarf or glove Doth warm our hands , and make them write of love . ORD , with what care hast Thou begirt us round GEORGE HERBERT . 42 ENGLISH SONNETS . Love Robert Herrick •
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beauty behold beneath bird bowers breast breath bright CHARLES Strong CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER cheer clouds dark dear death deep delight didst doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes fade fair fear flowers gentle gleam glorious glory golden grace green grief happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS CARY HENRY HART MILMAN hill honour hope JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON life's light live lonely look Lord love thee Love's memory mighty mind morn mourn murmur Muse never night numbers o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poet praise rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERidge shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirits Spring star streams strong summer sweet tears thine things thou art thou hast thought tomb verse voice waves weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing youth
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Página 18 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,— As, to behold Desert a beggar born, And needy Nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest Faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded Honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden Virtue rudely strumpeted, And right Perfection wrongfully disgraced, And Strength by limping sway disabled, And Art made tongue-tied by Authority...
Página 15 - 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 17 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! 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 16 - 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 73 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Página 71 - 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!
Página 145 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 139 - 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...
Página 83 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide ; The Form remains, the Function never dies ; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish ; — be it -so ! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour ; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Página 187 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...