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COME hand , that never meant to do thee hurt , a Has crushed thee here
between these pages pent ; } But thou hast left ... But , unlike thee , The closing
book may stop our vital breath , h Yet leave no lustre on our page of death . h
CHARLES ...
COME hand , that never meant to do thee hurt , a Has crushed thee here
between these pages pent ; } But thou hast left ... But , unlike thee , The closing
book may stop our vital breath , h Yet leave no lustre on our page of death . h
CHARLES ...
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PAGE rendering of Petrarca ' s 113th , Pommi ove ' l Sol occide i fiori e l ' erba ' (
cf . Horace , Lib . i , Ode 22 ) . It may be said that it is the exception when Surrey '
s sonnets are not translations or adaptations from Petrarca ; while almost as ...
PAGE rendering of Petrarca ' s 113th , Pommi ove ' l Sol occide i fiori e l ' erba ' (
cf . Horace , Lib . i , Ode 22 ) . It may be said that it is the exception when Surrey '
s sonnets are not translations or adaptations from Petrarca ; while almost as ...
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The rhyme seems at once less responsive and always interfering ; and the music
has no longer its major and minor divisions . ' ( Book of the Sonnet , i , 74 . )
PAGE 5 – VIII , 8 . Cf . Tho . Heywood ( A Woman Kilde with Kindnesse , ed .
Lond .
The rhyme seems at once less responsive and always interfering ; and the music
has no longer its major and minor divisions . ' ( Book of the Sonnet , i , 74 . )
PAGE 5 – VIII , 8 . Cf . Tho . Heywood ( A Woman Kilde with Kindnesse , ed .
Lond .
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PAGE Long - while I sought to what I might compare Those powrefull eies , which
lighten my dark spright , Yet find I nought on earth to which I dare Resemble th '
ymage of their goodly light . Not to the Sun : for they doo shine by night ; Nor to ...
PAGE Long - while I sought to what I might compare Those powrefull eies , which
lighten my dark spright , Yet find I nought on earth to which I dare Resemble th '
ymage of their goodly light . Not to the Sun : for they doo shine by night ; Nor to ...
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PAGE 17 - XXXII . I cannot forbear appending the two following additional
examples , the latter of which , and the two on page 15 , were the three special
favourites of Sidney ' s gentle apologist , Charles Lamb :( 84 ) Highway , since
you my ...
PAGE 17 - XXXII . I cannot forbear appending the two following additional
examples , the latter of which , and the two on page 15 , were the three special
favourites of Sidney ' s gentle apologist , Charles Lamb :( 84 ) Highway , since
you my ...
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Nem találtunk ismertetőket a szokott helyeken.
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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52. oldal - Love's not Time's Fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
36. oldal - 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...
34. oldal - 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.
51. oldal - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
33. oldal - 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...
142. oldal - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
27. oldal - 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...
46. oldal - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces , Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
72. oldal - 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.
289. oldal - O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | A Treasury of English Sonnets |
| Szerkesztő | David M. Main |
| Illusztrálta: | David M. Main |
| Kiadó | A. Ireland and Company, 1880 |
| Eredeti forrása | a Michigani Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2008. febr. 29. |
| Terjedelem | 470 oldal |
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