The Book of SonnetsA. Montagu Woodford Saunders and Otley, 1841 - 291 стор. |
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... cold or yet in heat , Sith first she knew my grief was grown so greate ; Which other fancies driveth from my heart , That to myself I doe the thought reserve , The which unwares did wound my woeful breast ; But on her face mine eyen ...
... cold or yet in heat , Sith first she knew my grief was grown so greate ; Which other fancies driveth from my heart , That to myself I doe the thought reserve , The which unwares did wound my woeful breast ; But on her face mine eyen ...
Сторінка 58
... cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned ; In process of the seasons have I seen Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned , Since first I saw you fresh which yet are ...
... cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned ; In process of the seasons have I seen Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned , Since first I saw you fresh which yet are ...
Сторінка 68
... cold , Bare , ruined choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou seest the twilight of such day , As after sun - set fadeth in the west , Which by - and - bye black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up ...
... cold , Bare , ruined choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou seest the twilight of such day , As after sun - set fadeth in the west , Which by - and - bye black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up ...
Сторінка 83
... away my heart , And set my breast , his lodging , on a fire ; Well , well my friends , when beggars grow thus bold , No marvell then , though charity grow cold . How many paltry , foolish , painted things , That MICHAEL DRAYTON . 83.
... away my heart , And set my breast , his lodging , on a fire ; Well , well my friends , when beggars grow thus bold , No marvell then , though charity grow cold . How many paltry , foolish , painted things , That MICHAEL DRAYTON . 83.
Сторінка 88
... cold disdain - upon my face : Which turned my sport into a hart's dispair , Which still is chased , while I have any breath , By mine own thoughts , set on me by my fair ; ne My thoughts , like hounds , pursue to my death . Those that I ...
... cold disdain - upon my face : Which turned my sport into a hart's dispair , Which still is chased , while I have any breath , By mine own thoughts , set on me by my fair ; ne My thoughts , like hounds , pursue to my death . Those that I ...
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