A Treasury of English Sonnets |
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9. oldal
XVII ( 65 ) HE doubt which ye misdeem , fair Love , is vain , That fondly fear to
lose your liberty ; When losing one , two liberties ye gain , And make him bond
that bondage erst did fly . Sweet be the bands the which true love doth tie Without
...
XVII ( 65 ) HE doubt which ye misdeem , fair Love , is vain , That fondly fear to
lose your liberty ; When losing one , two liberties ye gain , And make him bond
that bondage erst did fly . Sweet be the bands the which true love doth tie Without
...
18. oldal
Since fear is vain but when it may preserve , Why should we fear that which we
cannot fly ? Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears , Disarming human minds of
native might ; While each conceit an ugly figure bears Which were not evil , well ...
Since fear is vain but when it may preserve , Why should we fear that which we
cannot fly ? Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears , Disarming human minds of
native might ; While each conceit an ugly figure bears Which were not evil , well ...
37. oldal
This thought is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it
fears to lose . LXXIII ( 65 ) SINCE brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea
, But sad mortality o ' er - sways their power , How with this rage shall beauty ...
This thought is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it
fears to lose . LXXIII ( 65 ) SINCE brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea
, But sad mortality o ' er - sways their power , How with this rage shall beauty ...
43. oldal
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs , When in the least of them my life
hath end . I see a better state to me belongs Than that which on thy humour doth
depend ; Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind , Since that my life on thy ...
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs , When in the least of them my life
hath end . I see a better state to me belongs Than that which on thy humour doth
depend ; Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind , Since that my life on thy ...
46. oldal
... from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks
still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which ,
hear this , thou age unbred , - Ere you were born was beauty ' s summer dead .
... from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks
still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which ,
hear this , thou age unbred , - Ere you were born was beauty ' s summer dead .
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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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