Specimens of English SonnetsW. Pickering, 1833 - 224 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 54
... o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves , Which erst from heat did canopy the herd , And summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make ...
... o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves , Which erst from heat did canopy the herd , And summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make ...
الصفحة 58
... o'er The sad account of fore - bemoaned moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restor'd , and sorrows end . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . If thou survive my well - contented ...
... o'er The sad account of fore - bemoaned moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restor'd , and sorrows end . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . If thou survive my well - contented ...
الصفحة 82
... ll live in this poor rhyme , While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument , When tyrants ' crests and tombs of brass are spent . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . WHAT'S in the brain that ink may 82.
... ll live in this poor rhyme , While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument , When tyrants ' crests and tombs of brass are spent . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . WHAT'S in the brain that ink may 82.
الصفحة 83
... o'er the very same ; Counting no old thing old , thou mine , I thine , Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name . So that eternal love in love's fresh case Weighs not the dust and injury of age , Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place ...
... o'er the very same ; Counting no old thing old , thou mine , I thine , Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name . So that eternal love in love's fresh case Weighs not the dust and injury of age , Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place ...
الصفحة 93
... o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Thou spares , alas , who cannot be thy guest ! Since I am thine , O come , but with that face To inward light , which thou art wont to show , With feigned solace ease a true - felt woe ! Or if , deaf ...
... o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Thou spares , alas , who cannot be thy guest ! Since I am thine , O come , but with that face To inward light , which thou art wont to show , With feigned solace ease a true - felt woe ! Or if , deaf ...
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ANNA SEWARD beams beauty behold birds bliss bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds CYRIACK SKINNER dark dear death delight dost EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair faith fame flowers grace green grief grove happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE HENRY KIRKE WHITE honour hope JOHN BAMPFYLDE JOHN MILTON light live looks lov'd love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mirth morn mourn Muse never night o'er pale peace Poems praise pride publick rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shine shore sigh sight silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sith sleep smiles songs Sonnet by William sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine THOMAS EDWARDS THOMAS WARTON thou art thou hast thou shalt thought truth verse virtue vols waste weep WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
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الصفحة 201 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
الصفحة 70 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest 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 the rest.
الصفحة 205 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
الصفحة 197 - 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.
الصفحة 61 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
الصفحة 81 - 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
الصفحة 122 - I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly : thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
الصفحة 64 - Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those.
الصفحة 71 - 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 72 - Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever, now ; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...