The Book of the Sonnet, Հատոր 1Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee Roberts Brothers, 1867 |
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... lines , and is rhymed and arranged according to par- ticular laws , made its first known appearance at the beginning of the twelfth century , and in Italy . Like almost all the forms of Italian poetry , it is supposed to have originated ...
... lines , and is rhymed and arranged according to par- ticular laws , made its first known appearance at the beginning of the twelfth century , and in Italy . Like almost all the forms of Italian poetry , it is supposed to have originated ...
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... lines and the gamut . Two of these points , however , are scarcely worth the mention here given them ; and the other two , which contain germs of truth , may be briefly despatched . The fourteen lines of the Sonnet Proper , or what is ...
... lines and the gamut . Two of these points , however , are scarcely worth the mention here given them ; and the other two , which contain germs of truth , may be briefly despatched . The fourteen lines of the Sonnet Proper , or what is ...
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... lines , called the Octave , which possesses but two rhymes ; the Minor , of six lines , called the Sestette , which possesses never more than three ; and the subdivisions or halves of these eight lines are called Quatrains , and those ...
... lines , called the Octave , which possesses but two rhymes ; the Minor , of six lines , called the Sestette , which possesses never more than three ; and the subdivisions or halves of these eight lines are called Quatrains , and those ...
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... lines became , not a rule without a reason , but an harmonious necessity . Readers , however , who may wish to write sonnets at once , notwithstanding they may have had little acquaint- ance with the art , are not bound to think of all ...
... lines became , not a rule without a reason , but an harmonious necessity . Readers , however , who may wish to write sonnets at once , notwithstanding they may have had little acquaint- ance with the art , are not bound to think of all ...
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... line , and thoroughly applied his faculties to the task , it is to be doubted whether he , instead of Pe- trarca , would not have set the pattern of the sonnet to succeeding ages , and elevated the nature of its de- mands besides . For ...
... line , and thoroughly applied his faculties to the task , it is to be doubted whether he , instead of Pe- trarca , would not have set the pattern of the sonnet to succeeding ages , and elevated the nature of its de- mands besides . For ...
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Anna Seward Arezzo beauty birds bloom breath bright brow calm CHARLES LAMB charm clouds Dante dark dear death deep delight divine doth dreams earth ENGLISH SONNETS eyes Faerie Queene fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle glory glow golden grace happy hath heart heaven hills hope hour Italian Italian language Italian poetry Italy lady LEIGH HUNT light live lone look melody mind morn mournful murmur muse nature neath never night o'er pale passion Petrarca poems poet poetical poetry quatrains rhymes rills SARAH JOSEPHA HALE seems Shakespeare shine sighs silent sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit spring star strange streams sunny sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Warton thou art thought twilight Varchi Veronica Gambara verse voice wandering waves weary wild winds wings words Wordsworth
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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...