English Sonnets: A SelectionJohn Dennis H.S. King & Company, 1873 - 238 стор. |
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... spirit , impatient of pain , When he had lost his honour and his right , ( Proud time of wealth , in storms appalled with dread , ) Murdered himself , to show some manful deed . EARL OF SURREY . - 1516 ? -1547 . SPRING 2 ENGLISH SONNETS .
... spirit , impatient of pain , When he had lost his honour and his right , ( Proud time of wealth , in storms appalled with dread , ) Murdered himself , to show some manful deed . EARL OF SURREY . - 1516 ? -1547 . SPRING 2 ENGLISH SONNETS .
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... spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home , into my deeds to pry ; To find out shames and idle hours in me , The scope and tenour of thy jealousy ? O no thy love , though much , is not so great ; It is my love that keeps mine ...
... spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home , into my deeds to pry ; To find out shames and idle hours in me , The scope and tenour of thy jealousy ? O no thy love , though much , is not so great ; It is my love that keeps mine ...
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... spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped 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 ...
... spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped 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 ...
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... 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 . E THE COURSE OF LUST . WILLIAM THE expense of spirit ENGLISH SONNETS . 49.
... 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 . E THE COURSE OF LUST . WILLIAM THE expense of spirit ENGLISH SONNETS . 49.
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A Selection John Dennis. THE COURSE OF LUST . WILLIAM THE expense of spirit in a waste of shame SHAKE- SPEARE . 1564-1616 . Is lust in action ; and till action , lust Is perjured , murderous , bloody , full of blame , Savage , extreme ...
A Selection John Dennis. THE COURSE OF LUST . WILLIAM THE expense of spirit in a waste of shame SHAKE- SPEARE . 1564-1616 . Is lust in action ; and till action , lust Is perjured , murderous , bloody , full of blame , Savage , extreme ...
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Сторінка 31 - 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 29 - 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...
Сторінка 48 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Сторінка 102 - 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Сторінка 55 - come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free...
Сторінка 35 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Сторінка 42 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Сторінка 26 - 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 210 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Сторінка 3 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes...