The Book of the Sonnet, Հատոր 1Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee Roberts Brothers, 1867 |
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... twilight stretch its sullen ray , And on the edge of night hang doubtfully . ” There is something very impressive in this comparison of waning love to the " evening of a boreal day , " – " That on the edge of night hangs doubtfully ...
... twilight stretch its sullen ray , And on the edge of night hang doubtfully . ” There is something very impressive in this comparison of waning love to the " evening of a boreal day , " – " That on the edge of night hangs doubtfully ...
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... twilight warmth of ruddy ember - gloom : Thy clear strong tones will oft bring sudden bloom Of hope secure , to him who lonely cries , Wrestling with the young poet's agonies , Neglect and scorn which seem a certain doom : Yes ! the few ...
... twilight warmth of ruddy ember - gloom : Thy clear strong tones will oft bring sudden bloom Of hope secure , to him who lonely cries , Wrestling with the young poet's agonies , Neglect and scorn which seem a certain doom : Yes ! the few ...
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... Twilight , who all day , From searching sunbeams hid in these cool bowers , Sleeps on a bed of pale , night - blowing flowers ! " The sonnets of Miss Anne C. Lynch are written in 128 AMERICAN SONNETS AND SONNETEERS .
... Twilight , who all day , From searching sunbeams hid in these cool bowers , Sleeps on a bed of pale , night - blowing flowers ! " The sonnets of Miss Anne C. Lynch are written in 128 AMERICAN SONNETS AND SONNETEERS .
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... 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 in rest . In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire , That on the ashes of his youth doth ...
... 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 in rest . In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire , That on the ashes of his youth doth ...
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... twilight wall . * This sonnet , though containing several commonplace expres- sions , has been justly admired , both for its language in other respects , and for the truthfulness of its feeling . But the author would have given it an ...
... twilight wall . * This sonnet , though containing several commonplace expres- sions , has been justly admired , both for its language in other respects , and for the truthfulness of its feeling . But the author would have given it an ...
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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...