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Сторінка 18
I NEVER saw my Ladye lay apart Her cornet black ; in cold or yet in heat , Sith
first she knew my grief was grown so greate ; Which other fancies driveth from my
heart , That to myself I doe the thought reserve , The which unwares did wound
my ...
I NEVER saw my Ladye lay apart Her cornet black ; in cold or yet in heat , Sith
first she knew my grief was grown so greate ; Which other fancies driveth from my
heart , That to myself I doe the thought reserve , The which unwares did wound
my ...
Сторінка 88
Cease dreams , th ' images of day desires , To model forth the passions of the
morrow : Never let rising sun approve you liers , To add more grief to aggravate
my sorrow . Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel
the ...
Cease dreams , th ' images of day desires , To model forth the passions of the
morrow : Never let rising sun approve you liers , To add more grief to aggravate
my sorrow . Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel
the ...
Сторінка 146
Romney ! expert , infallible to trace , On chart or canvass , not the form alone ,
And ' semblance , but , however faintly shewn , The mind ' s impression too on
every face , With strokes that time ought never to erase : Thou hast so pencilled
mine ...
Romney ! expert , infallible to trace , On chart or canvass , not the form alone ,
And ' semblance , but , however faintly shewn , The mind ' s impression too on
every face , With strokes that time ought never to erase : Thou hast so pencilled
mine ...
Сторінка 173
The poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun ,
And hide in cooling trees , a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new -
mown mead : That is the grasshopper ' s — he takes the lead In summer luxury ...
The poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun ,
And hide in cooling trees , a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new -
mown mead : That is the grasshopper ' s — he takes the lead In summer luxury ...
Сторінка 216
Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour , valley , rock , or hill ;
Ne ' er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will ;
Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still !
Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour , valley , rock , or hill ;
Ne ' er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will ;
Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still !
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appear bear beauty bird born breast breath bright charm clouds cold dark dear death deep delight desire doth earth eyes face fade fair faithful fall fear feel fire flowers gentle give glory grace green grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour Italy leaves light lines live lonely look Love's meet mind morn Muse never night o'er once pain pale passed peace poet praise rest rise round scene seek seems seen shade shine sigh sight sing sleep smile soft Sonnet sorrow soul sound speak spirit spring stars summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought true unto virtues voice wandering waves Whilst wild winds wings wish wood youth
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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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