A Treasury of English SonnetsDavid M. Main A. Ireland and Company, 1880 - 470 стор. |
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... face , Made to amaze weak men's confused skill , And this world's worthless glory to embase ; What pen , what pencil , can express her fill ? For though he colours could devise at will , And eke his learned hand at pleasure guide , Lest ...
... face , Made to amaze weak men's confused skill , And this world's worthless glory to embase ; What pen , what pencil , can express her fill ? For though he colours could devise at will , And eke his learned hand at pleasure guide , Lest ...
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... face ! What ! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure , if that long - with - love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks : thy languished ...
... face ! What ! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure , if that long - with - love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks : thy languished ...
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... face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race . XXXI ( 54 ) BECAUSE I breathe not love to every one , Nor do not use set colours for to wear , Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair , Nor give each speech a full point of a groan ...
... face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race . XXXI ( 54 ) BECAUSE I breathe not love to every one , Nor do not use set colours for to wear , Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair , Nor give each speech a full point of a groan ...
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... face , break in mine eye , Let me no steps but of lost labour trace ; Let all the earth with scorn recount my case ; But do not will me from my love to fly . I do not envy Aristotle's wit , Nor do aspire to Cæsar's bleeding fame ; Nor ...
... face , break in mine eye , Let me no steps but of lost labour trace ; Let all the earth with scorn recount my case ; But do not will me from my love to fly . I do not envy Aristotle's wit , Nor do aspire to Cæsar's bleeding fame ; Nor ...
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... face had angels ' purity , And thou an angel's tongue didst speak withal ; Lo ! why thy soul , set free by martyrdom , Was crowned by God in angels ' company , And angels ' hands thy body did entomb . THOMAS LODGE 15561-1625 FAIR XXXIX ...
... face had angels ' purity , And thou an angel's tongue didst speak withal ; Lo ! why thy soul , set free by martyrdom , Was crowned by God in angels ' company , And angels ' hands thy body did entomb . THOMAS LODGE 15561-1625 FAIR XXXIX ...
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Сторінка 40 - 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.
Сторінка 115 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Сторінка 24 - 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...
Сторінка 22 - 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.
Сторінка 34 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces , Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
Сторінка 39 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Сторінка 96 - 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...
Сторінка 130 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Сторінка 21 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 143 - 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...