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Ever my hap is slack and slow in coming , Desire increasing , aye my hope
uncertaine With doubtful love , that but increaseth pain ; For , tiger like , so swift it
is in parting . Alas ! the snow black shall it be and scalding , The sea waterless ,
and ...
Ever my hap is slack and slow in coming , Desire increasing , aye my hope
uncertaine With doubtful love , that but increaseth pain ; For , tiger like , so swift it
is in parting . Alas ! the snow black shall it be and scalding , The sea waterless ,
and ...
Сторінка 10
If amorous faith , or if a hearte unfeigned , A sweete languor , a greate lovely
desire , If honeste will kindled in gentle fire , If long error in a blinde maze
chained , If in my visage each thought distained , Or if my sparkling voice , lower ,
or higher ...
If amorous faith , or if a hearte unfeigned , A sweete languor , a greate lovely
desire , If honeste will kindled in gentle fire , If long error in a blinde maze
chained , If in my visage each thought distained , Or if my sparkling voice , lower ,
or higher ...
Сторінка 81
But now their plumes full fumed with sweet desire , To show their kind , began to
climb the skies : Doe what I could , my eaglets would aspire , Straight mounting
up to thy celestial eyes . And thus ( my Faire ) my thoughts away be flowne , And
...
But now their plumes full fumed with sweet desire , To show their kind , began to
climb the skies : Doe what I could , my eaglets would aspire , Straight mounting
up to thy celestial eyes . And thus ( my Faire ) my thoughts away be flowne , And
...
Сторінка 92
... Shall fail in force , their working not so strong : Then Beauty ( now the burthen
of my song ) Whose glorious blaze the world doth so admire , Must yield up all to
tyrant Time ' s desire ; Then fade those flowers that decked her pride so long .
... Shall fail in force , their working not so strong : Then Beauty ( now the burthen
of my song ) Whose glorious blaze the world doth so admire , Must yield up all to
tyrant Time ' s desire ; Then fade those flowers that decked her pride so long .
Сторінка 225
I pierce the green wood to some flowery nook , There on sweet Spenser cast
regardful look ; He chastens old , and kindles new desire . No more were wont
the Muses to inspire Dreamers of old with draught from sacred brook Of Castaly ...
I pierce the green wood to some flowery nook , There on sweet Spenser cast
regardful look ; He chastens old , and kindles new desire . No more were wont
the Muses to inspire Dreamers of old with draught from sacred brook Of Castaly ...
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Сторінка 61 - 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 129 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Сторінка 66 - But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
Сторінка 56 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...
Сторінка 62 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Сторінка 56 - 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 61 - 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 58 - 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 145 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Сторінка 58 - When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd...
Бібліографічна інформація
| Назва | The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. Woodford |
| Редактор | A Montagu Woodford |
| Опубліковано | 1841 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 21 квіт. 2006 |
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