The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... muse , little can be advanced with certainty . Many of his poems are thought to have been addressed to the unfortunate Anna Boleyn , who has been supposed to have been the object of an attachment on his part , but with what degree of ...
... muse , little can be advanced with certainty . Many of his poems are thought to have been addressed to the unfortunate Anna Boleyn , who has been supposed to have been the object of an attachment on his part , but with what degree of ...
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... Muse some fruit of knowledge plies Others , because the prince my service tries , Think , that I think state errors to redress ; But harder judges judge ambition's rage , Scourge of itself , still climbing slippery place , Holds my ...
... Muse some fruit of knowledge plies Others , because the prince my service tries , Think , that I think state errors to redress ; But harder judges judge ambition's rage , Scourge of itself , still climbing slippery place , Holds my ...
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... Muse , to some ears not unsweet , Tempers her words to trampling horses ' feet , More soft than to a chamber melody . Now , blessed you , bear onward , blessed me To Her , where I my heart safe left shall meet , My Muse and I must you ...
... Muse , to some ears not unsweet , Tempers her words to trampling horses ' feet , More soft than to a chamber melody . Now , blessed you , bear onward , blessed me To Her , where I my heart safe left shall meet , My Muse and I must you ...
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... Muses scorn with vulgar brains to dwell ; Poor lay - man I , for sacred rites unfit . Some do I hear of poet's fury tell , But ( God wot ) wot not what they mean by it ; And this I swear , by blackest book of hell , I am no pick - purse ...
... Muses scorn with vulgar brains to dwell ; Poor lay - man I , for sacred rites unfit . Some do I hear of poet's fury tell , But ( God wot ) wot not what they mean by it ; And this I swear , by blackest book of hell , I am no pick - purse ...
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... ; Within be fed , without be rich no more . So shalt thou feed on death , that feeds on men , And , death once dead , there's no more dying then . WHERE art thou , Muse , that thou forgett'st so 74 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE .
... ; Within be fed , without be rich no more . So shalt thou feed on death , that feeds on men , And , death once dead , there's no more dying then . WHERE art thou , Muse , that thou forgett'st so 74 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE .
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...