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Сторінка 109
Why do I sleeping start , and waking moan , To find that of my dreamed hope I
miss ? Why do I often contemplate alone Of such a thing as thy perfection is ?
And wherefore , when we meet , doth passion stop My speechless tongue , and
leave ...
Why do I sleeping start , and waking moan , To find that of my dreamed hope I
miss ? Why do I often contemplate alone Of such a thing as thy perfection is ?
And wherefore , when we meet , doth passion stop My speechless tongue , and
leave ...
Сторінка 111
Thou , Charles ! art now our hope : God grant it be More certain than our last ; we
trust it will ; Yet we shall have a loving fear of thee : The burnèd child the fire
much dreadeth still . But God loves his , and whate ' er sorrows threat , I one day ...
Thou , Charles ! art now our hope : God grant it be More certain than our last ; we
trust it will ; Yet we shall have a loving fear of thee : The burnèd child the fire
much dreadeth still . But God loves his , and whate ' er sorrows threat , I one day ...
Сторінка 191
As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam ; What time , in sickly mood , at parting
day , I lay me down and think of happier years ; Of joys , that glimmered in hope '
s twilight ray , Then left me darkling in a vale of tears . O pleasant days of hope ...
As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam ; What time , in sickly mood , at parting
day , I lay me down and think of happier years ; Of joys , that glimmered in hope '
s twilight ray , Then left me darkling in a vale of tears . O pleasant days of hope ...
Сторінка 205
Most true it speaks the tale Of days departed , and its voice recals Hours of
delight and hope in the gay tide Of life , and many friends now scattered wide By
many fates . - Peace be within thy walls ! I have scarce heart to visit thee ; but yet
...
Most true it speaks the tale Of days departed , and its voice recals Hours of
delight and hope in the gay tide Of life , and many friends now scattered wide By
many fates . - Peace be within thy walls ! I have scarce heart to visit thee ; but yet
...
Сторінка 291
... year , Like a fresh wreath doth the remembrance wear , For longer absence
which must intervene , And longer solitude . Spots fresh and green , Whose
breath doth long with recollection cheer , And cheer with hope , with hope which
thence ...
... year , Like a fresh wreath doth the remembrance wear , For longer absence
which must intervene , And longer solitude . Spots fresh and green , Whose
breath doth long with recollection cheer , And cheer with hope , with hope which
thence ...
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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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