English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... verse . Also the less famous of Blanco White's two sonnets will be found at page 232 ; -his Night and Death is , of course , given in the body of the book . As those who are well acquainted with the late Rev. Alexander Dyce's pleasant ...
... verse . Also the less famous of Blanco White's two sonnets will be found at page 232 ; -his Night and Death is , of course , given in the body of the book . As those who are well acquainted with the late Rev. Alexander Dyce's pleasant ...
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... verse which most severely tests the art of the poet . It admits of no mediocrity . It must be written with the fist instead of the finger ; and yet with a delicacy of mani- pulation of which none but the finest and most skilful finger ...
... verse which most severely tests the art of the poet . It admits of no mediocrity . It must be written with the fist instead of the finger ; and yet with a delicacy of mani- pulation of which none but the finest and most skilful finger ...
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... verse ? " But , indeed , no answer is necessary when one meets with such a charming example of the form as the following sonnet , addressed by a living sonneteer to Wordsworth , which should have been included in our previous volume ...
... verse ? " But , indeed , no answer is necessary when one meets with such a charming example of the form as the following sonnet , addressed by a living sonneteer to Wordsworth , which should have been included in our previous volume ...
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... sweetest odours made : And so of you , beauteous and lovely youth , When that shall fade , my verse distills your truth . с THE WORLD'S WAY . IRED with all these , for WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 17 The True and the False.
... sweetest odours made : And so of you , beauteous and lovely youth , When that shall fade , my verse distills your truth . с THE WORLD'S WAY . IRED with all these , for WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 17 The True and the False.
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... verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay , Do not so much as my poor name rehearse , But let your love even with my life decay , - Lest the wise world should look into your moan , And mock you with me after I am gone . THE GARDEN OF ...
... verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay , Do not so much as my poor name rehearse , But let your love even with my life decay , - Lest the wise world should look into your moan , And mock you with me after I am gone . THE GARDEN OF ...
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beauty behold beneath bird bowers breath brevita bright brooklet Castara cheer clouds D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep delight didst divine doth dream Earl of Surrey earth English Sonnets eternal eyes fade FAERY QUEEN fair fear flowers FOUNTAINS ABBEY gentle gleam glorious glory golden grace green grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope HORACE SMITH life's light lonely look Lord love thee Love's memory mighty mind morn mourn murmur Muse never night o'er ORFORD CASTLE Ozymandias pale pensive Petrarch poet praise rest RIVER ARUN rose round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES shade shalt shepherds shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spring springing lark star stream summer sweet tears thine things thou art thou hast thought tomb verse voice waves weep wild William Habington wind wing youth
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Էջ 15 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Էջ 14 - 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.
Էջ 69 - 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 183 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Էջ 13 - 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...
Էջ 71 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Էջ 17 - 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 in rest.
Էջ 28 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Էջ 47 - 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 117 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.