The Sonnets of William Wordsworth Collected in One VolumeSuttaby, 1884 - 246 oldal |
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viii. oldal
... honours . With this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this smal ! lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; Camoens soothed with it an exile's grief ; The Sonnet glittered a gay ...
... honours . With this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this smal ! lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; Camoens soothed with it an exile's grief ; The Sonnet glittered a gay ...
xix. oldal
... honour that more fickle is than wind , A glory at opinion's frown that low'rs , A treasury that bankrupt time devours , A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind ; A vain delight our equals to command , A style of greatness , in ...
... honour that more fickle is than wind , A glory at opinion's frown that low'rs , A treasury that bankrupt time devours , A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind ; A vain delight our equals to command , A style of greatness , in ...
xxiii. oldal
... honour due , In verse as musical as thou art true , And that immortalizes whom it sings . But thou hast little need . There is a book Of seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light , On which the eyes of God not rarely look ; A chronicle ...
... honour due , In verse as musical as thou art true , And that immortalizes whom it sings . But thou hast little need . There is a book Of seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light , On which the eyes of God not rarely look ; A chronicle ...
xxv. oldal
... honour which they do not understand . " But Wordsworth was too profound a moral thinker not to know very well that when great nations perish , it is not by external violence , but by internal corrup- tion ; this , sapping and ...
... honour which they do not understand . " But Wordsworth was too profound a moral thinker not to know very well that when great nations perish , it is not by external violence , but by internal corrup- tion ; this , sapping and ...
xxxiii. oldal
... grave heroic corse , Dragged by a sutler from the heap of slain . Thy solemn presence brings us more than pain- Something which Fancy moulds into remorse , That we , who of thine honour held the gain THE ENGLISH SONNET . xxxiii.
... grave heroic corse , Dragged by a sutler from the heap of slain . Thy solemn presence brings us more than pain- Something which Fancy moulds into remorse , That we , who of thine honour held the gain THE ENGLISH SONNET . xxxiii.
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ancient aught Bard Battle of Waterloo beauty behold blest bold Bothwell Castle bowers breathe bright brook brow Calais cheer clouds crown dark dear death divine doth dread dream Duddon Dunolly Castle dwell earth England eternal fade fair faith Fancy fear flowers gentle glory grace green happy hath heard heart heaven hill holy honour hope Inglewood Forest Isle King land Liberty light live Loch Etive meek memory MERRY ENGLAND mighty mind morn mountain murmur Muse Nature Nature's numbers o'er peace pensive poem poet praise pure Rill RIVER DUDDON River Eden River Greta round sacred scorn shade shine sight silent Simplon Pass sleep smile soft Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit Staffa stars Stream sweet sword temples thee thine things thou thought Toussaint L'Ouverture towers truth vale Venetian Republic verse Viriatus voice wild wind wing
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xxvii. oldal - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder everlastingly.
xxix. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
5. oldal - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is : and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
xvi. oldal - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
xvii. oldal - And summer's lease hath all too short a date ; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd. But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
68. oldal - ONCE did she hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea.
73. oldal - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, — That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever.
xxxv. oldal - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
68. oldal - ... east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day: Men are we, and must grieve...
xxv. oldal - ANOTHER year ! — another deadly blow ! Another mighty Empire overthrown ! And We are left, or shall be left, alone ; The last that dare to struggle with the Foe. Tis well ! from this day forward we shall know That in ourselves our safety must be sought ; That by our own right hands it must be wrought, That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.