The turtle to her make 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... English Sonnets: A Selection - Стр. 3редактор(ы): - 1873 - Страниц: 238Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| David Daiches - 1979 - Страниц: 268
...Wyatt's. The metrical control is clear in the following: The soote season that bud and bloom forth brings With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale, The...sings, The turtle to her make hath told her tale: [make : mate] Summer is come, for every spray now springs, The hart hath hung his old head on the pale,... | |
| Jane Hedley - 1988 - Страниц: 222
...metonymic catalogue of what he sees around him. The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The...springs; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; "sweet, soft "mate Alas, so all things now do hold their peace, Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing;... | |
| Masson - 1995 - Страниц: 228
...Spring, Wherein each thing Renews, save only the Lover The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The...buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes float with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she slings; The swift swallow pursueth... | |
| Henry Howard, Henry Howard Earl of Surrey - 2003 - Страниц: 108
...with him Eke these unlucky tokens of my death.' 7 The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The nightingale with feathers new she sings; And turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs; 5 The hart... | |
| Andrew M. Greeley, Mary G. Durkin - 2008 - Страниц: 516
...her with a sigh. WILLIAM BLAKE THE SOOTE SEASON The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The...turtle to her make 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... | |
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