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Laura: Or, An Anthology of Sonnets, (on the Petrarcan Model,) and ..., Том 1
Полный просмотр - 1814
Amor appear beam Beauty beneath Birds blest Bliss bloom breast breathe bright cares charm dark dear Death deep delight divine Earth ELEGIAC fair Fate fears feel fire flow Flowers fond Form gentle give glow Grace green Grief hand hast hath head hear Heart Heaven Hills hope hour it's late Lays leave Life's light living lonely look Love Lyre Memory mild MILTON Mind Morn mourn Muse never Night Notes o'er once pain pale pensive PETRARCA Pity pleasure POEMS praise pure rest rise scene seen shade sighs silent smile soft Song SONNET soothe Sorrow Soul sound Spirit strains stream sweet tear tell tender thee thine thou thought TRANSLATION vain Vale Vide Voice wandering wild Winds World Youth
Стр. cxxxv - 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.
Стр. cvii - The turtle to her mate 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 flete with new repaired scale.
Стр. cix - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Стр. xxix - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Стр. xlvi - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Стр. cii - 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.
Стр. xlvi - 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.
Стр. lxxxix - LET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever -fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. cxlviii - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...