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Сторінка 46
Weak is the assurance that weak flesh reposeth In her own powre , and scorneth
other ' s aid ; That soonest falls , when as she most supposeth Her self - assured ,
and is of nought afraid . All flesh is frail , and all her strength unstaid , Like a ...
Weak is the assurance that weak flesh reposeth In her own powre , and scorneth
other ' s aid ; That soonest falls , when as she most supposeth Her self - assured ,
and is of nought afraid . All flesh is frail , and all her strength unstaid , Like a ...
Сторінка 53
... adder ' s sting , Of that self kind with which the Furies fell Their snaky heads do
comb , from which a spring Of poisoned words and spightful speeches well , Let
all the plagues and horrid pains of hell Upon thee fall for thine accursed hire .
... adder ' s sting , Of that self kind with which the Furies fell Their snaky heads do
comb , from which a spring Of poisoned words and spightful speeches well , Let
all the plagues and horrid pains of hell Upon thee fall for thine accursed hire .
Сторінка 100
Tygers , when they shall Behold so brighte a face , will humbly fall In adoration of
thee . Fierce they are To the deformed , obsequious to the faire . Yet venture not ;
' tis nobler far to sway The heart of man , than beasts , who man obey . TO THE ...
Tygers , when they shall Behold so brighte a face , will humbly fall In adoration of
thee . Fierce they are To the deformed , obsequious to the faire . Yet venture not ;
' tis nobler far to sway The heart of man , than beasts , who man obey . TO THE ...
Сторінка 262
... And all around the tears of Evening weep For closing day , whose vast orb ,
westering slow , Flings o ' er the embattled clouds a mellower glow , While hum of
folded herds , and murmuring deep , And falling rills , such gentle cadence keep
...
... And all around the tears of Evening weep For closing day , whose vast orb ,
westering slow , Flings o ' er the embattled clouds a mellower glow , While hum of
folded herds , and murmuring deep , And falling rills , such gentle cadence keep
...
Сторінка 282
... Save here askance and there , on ruined wall , Or knotted trunk grotesque ,
stray gleamings fall , And stilly heard , from out the neighbouring wood , The
lonely bird singing to solitude , Singing of silvery lights with Autumn blending ,
And rays ...
... Save here askance and there , on ruined wall , Or knotted trunk grotesque ,
stray gleamings fall , And stilly heard , from out the neighbouring wood , The
lonely bird singing to solitude , Singing of silvery lights with Autumn blending ,
And rays ...
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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...
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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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