English Sonnets: A SelectionJohn Dennis H.S. King & Company, 1873 - 238 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 5
... touch : And sure at length stolen goods do come to light . But if , both for your love and skill , your name You seek to nurse at fullest breasts of fame , Stella behold , and then begin t ' endite . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . 1554-1586 . HIS ...
... touch : And sure at length stolen goods do come to light . But if , both for your love and skill , your name You seek to nurse at fullest breasts of fame , Stella behold , and then begin t ' endite . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . 1554-1586 . HIS ...
الصفحة 8
... limb descending , From eyes to lips from lips to ivory neck . And every limb supplied and ť every part Had free access but durst not touch her heart . EDMUND SPENSER . 1552-1599 . HIS LADY'S PRIDE . RUDELY 8 ENGLISH SONNETS .
... limb descending , From eyes to lips from lips to ivory neck . And every limb supplied and ť every part Had free access but durst not touch her heart . EDMUND SPENSER . 1552-1599 . HIS LADY'S PRIDE . RUDELY 8 ENGLISH SONNETS .
الصفحة 25
... touches ne'er touched earthly faces . ' So should my papers , yellowed with their age , Be scorned , like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be termed a poet's rage And stretched metre of an antique song : But were ...
... touches ne'er touched earthly faces . ' So should my papers , yellowed with their age , Be scorned , like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be termed a poet's rage And stretched metre of an antique song : But were ...
الصفحة 65
... sound draws forth a tear ; Be therefore silent as in woods before : Or if that any hand to touch thee deign , Like widowed turtle , still her loss complain . F HIS LOST LOVE . WILLIAM SWEET Spring , thou turn'st ENGLISH SONNETS . 65.
... sound draws forth a tear ; Be therefore silent as in woods before : Or if that any hand to touch thee deign , Like widowed turtle , still her loss complain . F HIS LOST LOVE . WILLIAM SWEET Spring , thou turn'st ENGLISH SONNETS . 65.
الصفحة 134
... touches sweetest tones reply ; - Still humbleness with her low - breathed voice Can steal o'er man's proud heart , and win his choice From earth to heaven , with mightier witchery Than eloquence or wisdom e'er could own . Bloom on then ...
... touches sweetest tones reply ; - Still humbleness with her low - breathed voice Can steal o'er man's proud heart , and win his choice From earth to heaven , with mightier witchery Than eloquence or wisdom e'er could own . Bloom on then ...
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beauty behold bird breath bright charm cheerful Cornhill Crown 8vo dark DAVID GRAY dear death delight divine dost doth dream earth Edition EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eyes fair Faith fame fancy fear feel flowers friends grace happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE hope JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON JULIAN FANE Lady language light live London look Lord love thee Love's master MICHAEL DRAYTON mind Mistress morn Muse never night o'er passion Paternoster Row Petrarch pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise pray Price reader SAMUEL DANIEL Shakespeare shine sight sing sleep song sorrow soul SPEARE spirit story SURREY sweet tears thine things thou art thought touches verse voice volume weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKE WILLIAM WORDS Wordsworth WORTH written youth
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الصفحة 31 - 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.
الصفحة 29 - 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...
الصفحة 48 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
الصفحة 102 - 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
الصفحة 55 - 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...
الصفحة 35 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
الصفحة 42 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
الصفحة 26 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
الصفحة 210 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
الصفحة 3 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes...