The Book of the Sonnet, Հատոր 1Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee Roberts Brothers, 1867 |
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... he has undertaken to scorn . For a sonnet , like everything else , is to be judged accord- ing to what properly and thoroughly constitutes it , and not from specimens that fall short of its requirements . AN ESSAY ON THE SONNET . 13.
... he has undertaken to scorn . For a sonnet , like everything else , is to be judged accord- ing to what properly and thoroughly constitutes it , and not from specimens that fall short of its requirements . AN ESSAY ON THE SONNET . 13.
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Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee. not from specimens that fall short of its requirements . The student need not be alarmed by the summary . Per- fection , as a sine qua non , is to be demanded of nobody ; and many a sonnet has lasted and ...
Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee. not from specimens that fall short of its requirements . The student need not be alarmed by the summary . Per- fection , as a sine qua non , is to be demanded of nobody ; and many a sonnet has lasted and ...
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... fall as on a dull ear . But to a cultivated taste , and to the secret sense of hearing , apt for the music of poetry , we would cheerfully commit almost any one of Mr. Boker's sonnets , without an apprehension that the sweetness and ...
... fall as on a dull ear . But to a cultivated taste , and to the secret sense of hearing , apt for the music of poetry , we would cheerfully commit almost any one of Mr. Boker's sonnets , without an apprehension that the sweetness and ...
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... fall within the limits of this form of poetry . Mr. Hayne has studied faithfully the structure and capabilities of the Sonnet ; and the result , as shown in his writings , has been , that , although he has not chosen to adhere strictly ...
... fall within the limits of this form of poetry . Mr. Hayne has studied faithfully the structure and capabilities of the Sonnet ; and the result , as shown in his writings , has been , that , although he has not chosen to adhere strictly ...
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... fall out of those happy skies ; Yet sure , my love , thou art most like to May , That comes with steady sun when April dies ! " - d b .. d a I must here bring this essay to a close . It is necessa- rily imperfect . The difficulty of ...
... fall out of those happy skies ; Yet sure , my love , thou art most like to May , That comes with steady sun when April dies ! " - d b .. d a I must here bring this essay to a close . It is necessa- rily imperfect . The difficulty of ...
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Էջ 236 - 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.
Էջ 235 - Milton! thou should'st 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.
Էջ 179 - LAWRENCE ! of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
Էջ xii - Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp...
Էջ 160 - 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. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Էջ 180 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Էջ 272 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Էջ 263 - 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 Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Էջ 159 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did...
Էջ 175 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones...