A Treasury of English Sonnets |
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6. oldal
Dark is the world where your light shinèd never ; Well is he born that may behold
you ever . XI ( 17 ) THE glorious portrait of that Angel ' s face , Made to amaze
weak men ' s confused skill , And this world ' s worthless glory to embase ; What ...
Dark is the world where your light shinèd never ; Well is he born that may behold
you ever . XI ( 17 ) THE glorious portrait of that Angel ' s face , Made to amaze
weak men ' s confused skill , And this world ' s worthless glory to embase ; What ...
7. oldal
Her temple fair is built within my mind , In which her glorious image placed is , On
which my thoughts do day and night attend , Like sacred priests that never think
amiss ! There I to her , as th ' author of my bliss , Will build an altar to appease ...
Her temple fair is built within my mind , In which her glorious image placed is , On
which my thoughts do day and night attend , Like sacred priests that never think
amiss ! There I to her , as th ' author of my bliss , Will build an altar to appease ...
17. oldal
XXXIII I EAVE me , O Love , which reachest but to dust , And thou , my mind ,
aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust : What ever
fades but fading pleasure brings . Draw in thy beams , and humble all thy might
To that ...
XXXIII I EAVE me , O Love , which reachest but to dust , And thou , my mind ,
aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust : What ever
fades but fading pleasure brings . Draw in thy beams , and humble all thy might
To that ...
19. oldal
Pardon my Love , he is a goddess ' son , And never feedeth but on dainty meat ,
Else need he not to pine as he hath done : For only the sweet fruit of this sweet
tree Can give food to my Love , and life to me . XXXVII N EEDS must I leave , and
...
Pardon my Love , he is a goddess ' son , And never feedeth but on dainty meat ,
Else need he not to pine as he hath done : For only the sweet fruit of this sweet
tree Can give food to my Love , and life to me . XXXVII N EEDS must I leave , and
...
23. oldal
XLV REAUTY , sweet Love , is like the morning dew , Whose short refresh upon
the tender green Cheers for a time but till the sun doth shew , And straight ' tis
gone as it had never been . Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish ,
Short is ...
XLV REAUTY , sweet Love , is like the morning dew , Whose short refresh upon
the tender green Cheers for a time but till the sun doth shew , And straight ' tis
gone as it had never been . Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish ,
Short is ...
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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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