Specimens of English SonnetsW. Pickering, 1833 - Всего страниц: 224 |
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... flies smale ; The busy bee her honey now she mings ; Winter is worn that was the flowers ' bale : And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . ALAS ! have I not pain 3.
... flies smale ; The busy bee her honey now she mings ; Winter is worn that was the flowers ' bale : And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . ALAS ! have I not pain 3.
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Alexander Dyce. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . ALAS ! have I not pain enough , my friend , Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire Than did on him who first stale down the fire , While Love on me doth all his quiver spend ; But with your ...
Alexander Dyce. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . ALAS ! have I not pain enough , my friend , Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire Than did on him who first stale down the fire , While Love on me doth all his quiver spend ; But with your ...
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... pitying her pain ; So she , for whom I wail both day and night , Doth sport herself in hearing my complaint : A just reward for serving such a saint . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . ON SPENSER'S FAERY QUEene . METHOUGHT 15 Thomas Watson.
... pitying her pain ; So she , for whom I wail both day and night , Doth sport herself in hearing my complaint : A just reward for serving such a saint . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . ON SPENSER'S FAERY QUEene . METHOUGHT 15 Thomas Watson.
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... But yet restore thy fierce and cruel mind To Hyrcan tigers and to ruthless bears ; Yield to the marble thy hard heart again : So shalt thou cease to plague , and I to pain . SAMUEL DANIEL . AND yet I cannot reprehend the flight 20.
... But yet restore thy fierce and cruel mind To Hyrcan tigers and to ruthless bears ; Yield to the marble thy hard heart again : So shalt thou cease to plague , and I to pain . SAMUEL DANIEL . AND yet I cannot reprehend the flight 20.
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... pain , Then shall I say , to give myself content , Obedience only made me love in vain : It was your will , and not my want of wit ; I have the pain , bear you the blame of it . HENRY CONSTABLE , If ever sorrow spoke from soul that 34 ...
... pain , Then shall I say , to give myself content , Obedience only made me love in vain : It was your will , and not my want of wit ; I have the pain , bear you the blame of it . HENRY CONSTABLE , If ever sorrow spoke from soul that 34 ...
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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 EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair faith fame flowers grace green grief grove happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE HENRY KIRKE WHITE 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 Poems praise pride publick rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shine shore sigh sight silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sith sleep smiles songs Sonnet by William sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine THOMAS EDWARDS THOMAS WARTON thou art thou hast thou shalt thought truth verse virtue vols waste weep WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
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Стр. 201 - MILTON ! thou shouldst 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 bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 192 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Стр. 70 - THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 69 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 33 - SINCE there's no help, 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. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...
Стр. 205 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Стр. 197 - ONCE did she hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea.
Стр. 61 - 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.
Стр. 57 - 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 possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Стр. 81 - 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.