A Treasury of English SonnetsDavid M. Main A. Ireland and Company, 1880 - 470 oldal |
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... feeling , or sentiment , —and one only . By reducing the contents of the Text to the orthography of the present day - a wholesome test of poetic vitality — and adhering , in all quotations in the Notes , to the successive contem- porary ...
... feeling , or sentiment , —and one only . By reducing the contents of the Text to the orthography of the present day - a wholesome test of poetic vitality — and adhering , in all quotations in the Notes , to the successive contem- porary ...
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... feels no captivity Within her cage , but sings , and feeds her fill ; - There pride dare not approach , nor discord spill The league ' twixt them that loyal love hath bound , But simple truth and mutual good - will Seeks with sweet ...
... feels no captivity Within her cage , but sings , and feeds her fill ; - There pride dare not approach , nor discord spill The league ' twixt them that loyal love hath bound , But simple truth and mutual good - will Seeks with sweet ...
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... feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks : thy languished grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon ! tell me , Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties there ...
... feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks : thy languished grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon ! tell me , Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties there ...
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... feel , great loss we cannot find . HENRY CONSTABLE 1555 ? -1610 ? XXXV OF HIS MISTRESS : UPON OCCASION OF HER WALKING IN A GARDEN . Y lady's presence makes the roses red , MY Because to see her lips they blush for shame : The lily's ...
... feel , great loss we cannot find . HENRY CONSTABLE 1555 ? -1610 ? XXXV OF HIS MISTRESS : UPON OCCASION OF HER WALKING IN A GARDEN . Y lady's presence makes the roses red , MY Because to see her lips they blush for shame : The lily's ...
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... feel the day's disdain . MICHAEL DRAYTON 1563-1631 DEAL XLVII EAR , why should you command me to my rest , When now the night doth summon all to sleep ? Methinks this time becometh lovers best : Night was ordained together friends to ...
... feel the day's disdain . MICHAEL DRAYTON 1563-1631 DEAL XLVII EAR , why should you command me to my rest , When now the night doth summon all to sleep ? Methinks this time becometh lovers best : Night was ordained together friends to ...
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30. oldal - Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee,—and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
39. oldal - In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by :— This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
39. oldal - boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang : In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in resL
211. oldal - 7 TT OW do I love thee ? Let me count the ways. •*••*• I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and
97. oldal - given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us
413. oldal - This sonnet should be compared with WC Bryant's fine stanzas To a Waterfowl, which conclude— ' He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps
47. oldal - Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring; And for they looked but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
424. oldal - Wordsworth's Song- at the Feast of Brougham Castle: • The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.' This and the sonnet given under cCCxx were written not later than February, 1823. They appeared in The London
289. oldal - It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.' parallels. Cp. the beginning of the 2nd Sonnet : ' When fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow, And
105. oldal - Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.