The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... spirit soon haste From the unhappy bones , by greate sighs stirred . Then if a heart of amorous faith and will Contente your minde withouten doing grief ; Please it you so to this to do relief : If otherwise you seeke for to fulfil Your ...
... spirit soon haste From the unhappy bones , by greate sighs stirred . Then if a heart of amorous faith and will Contente your minde withouten doing grief ; Please it you so to this to do relief : If otherwise you seeke for to fulfil Your ...
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... spirit doth spread her bolder wings , In mind to mount up to the purest sky , It down is weighed with thought of earthly things , And clogged with burden of mortality , Where when that sovereign beauty it doth spy , Resembling heaven's ...
... spirit doth spread her bolder wings , In mind to mount up to the purest sky , It down is weighed with thought of earthly things , And clogged with burden of mortality , Where when that sovereign beauty it doth spy , Resembling heaven's ...
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... Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed : He only fair , and what he fair hath made ; All other fair , like flowres , untimely fade . THE world , that cannot deem of worldly things , When I do praise her , say ...
... Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed : He only fair , and what he fair hath made ; All other fair , like flowres , untimely fade . THE world , that cannot deem of worldly things , When I do praise her , say ...
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... spirit of youth in everything ; That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him . Yet nor the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap ...
... spirit of youth in everything ; That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him . Yet nor the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap ...
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... spirit that thou send'st from thee , So far from home , into my deeds to pry ; To find out shames and idle hours in me , The scope and tenor of thy jealousy ? O no ! thy love , though much , is not so great ; It is my love that keeps ...
... spirit that thou send'st from thee , So far from home , into my deeds to pry ; To find out shames and idle hours in me , The scope and tenor of thy jealousy ? O no ! thy love , though much , is not so great ; It is my love that keeps ...
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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...