The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved , and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness ? TO SLEEP . COME , Sleep - O Sleep , SIR PHILIP SIDNEY ,
... wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved , and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness ? TO SLEEP . COME , Sleep - O Sleep , SIR PHILIP SIDNEY ,
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A Montagu Woodford. TO SLEEP . COME , Sleep - O Sleep , the certain knot of peace , The baiting place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , Th ' indifferent judge between the high and low ! With ...
A Montagu Woodford. TO SLEEP . COME , Sleep - O Sleep , the certain knot of peace , The baiting place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , Th ' indifferent judge between the high and low ! With ...
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... sleep's armoury ; With windows ope , then most my mind doth lie , Viewing the shape of darkness and delight ; Takes in that sad hue , which with th ' inward night Of his mazed powers keeps perfect harmony : But when birds charm , and ...
... sleep's armoury ; With windows ope , then most my mind doth lie , Viewing the shape of darkness and delight ; Takes in that sad hue , which with th ' inward night Of his mazed powers keeps perfect harmony : But when birds charm , and ...
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... sleep secure ; Then wake again , and yield God ever praise ; Content with hips and haws , and bramble - berry , In contemplation passing out his days , And change of holy thoughts , to make him merry ; Who when he dies his tomb may be a ...
... sleep secure ; Then wake again , and yield God ever praise ; Content with hips and haws , and bramble - berry , In contemplation passing out his days , And change of holy thoughts , to make him merry ; Who when he dies his tomb may be a ...
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... my thoughts canst move , And I am still with them , and they with thee ; Or if they sleep , thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight . If thou survive my well - contented day , When E 2 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE . 75.
... my thoughts canst move , And I am still with them , and they with thee ; Or if they sleep , thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight . If thou survive my well - contented day , When E 2 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE . 75.
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beams beauteous beauty beauty's behold bird blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CASTARA charm clouds dark dear death delight dost doth EARL OF SURREY earth eternal eyes face fade fair fame fear flowers gentle glory grace green grief Guitton d'Arezzo hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour kiss Lady Anne Clifford life's light live lonely look Love's lyre marriage mind MONDEGO morn mourn Muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace Petrarch poet Poet Laureat praise racter rest round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES scene scorn shade shine sigh sight silent sing Sir Philip Sidney Sith sleep smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sunne Surry sweet tears thee thine thou art thought unto virtues voice wandering waves weary ween whilst Wiat wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings 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...