English Sonnets: A SelectionJohn Dennis H.S. King & Company, 1873 - 238 стор. |
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Сторінка 29
... weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe , And moan the expense of many a vanished sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanèd moan , Which I new pay as ...
... weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe , And moan the expense of many a vanished sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanèd moan , Which I new pay as ...
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... , — - That Time will come , and take my Love away . This thought is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose . WILLIAM SHAKE- SPEARE . 1564-1616 . HOW TO DEFEAT TIME ENGLISH SONNETS . 37.
... , — - That Time will come , and take my Love away . This thought is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose . WILLIAM SHAKE- SPEARE . 1564-1616 . HOW TO DEFEAT TIME ENGLISH SONNETS . 37.
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... weep down their showers , Thou turn'st , sweet youth ; but ah ! my pleasant hours And happy days with thee come not again The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turn my sweets to sours . Thou art the same which ...
... weep down their showers , Thou turn'st , sweet youth ; but ah ! my pleasant hours And happy days with thee come not again The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turn my sweets to sours . Thou art the same which ...
Сторінка 79
... weep the more , because I weep in vain . WILLIAM MASON . 1725-1797 . ANNIVERSARY . A PLAINTIVE Sonnet ENGLISH SONNETS . 79.
... weep the more , because I weep in vain . WILLIAM MASON . 1725-1797 . ANNIVERSARY . A PLAINTIVE Sonnet ENGLISH SONNETS . 79.
Сторінка 120
... at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest - swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 1772-1834 . TO THE RIVER OTTER 120 ENGLISH SONNETS .
... at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest - swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 1772-1834 . TO THE RIVER OTTER 120 ENGLISH SONNETS .
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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...