Specimens of English SonnetsW. Pickering, 1833 - 224 Seiten |
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... deaths , but with reference to the time of their first appearance : thus , the beautiful Echo and Silence of my friend Sir Egerton Brydges , having been published in 1785 , is placed earlier in the volume than Sonnets by various writers ...
... deaths , but with reference to the time of their first appearance : thus , the beautiful Echo and Silence of my friend Sir Egerton Brydges , having been published in 1785 , is placed earlier in the volume than Sonnets by various writers ...
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... And that in beauty's lease , expir'd , appears The date of age , the calends of our death- But ah , no more ! -this must not be foretold , For women grieve to think they must be old . SAMUEL DANIEL . I MUST not grieve my love , 25.
... And that in beauty's lease , expir'd , appears The date of age , the calends of our death- But ah , no more ! -this must not be foretold , For women grieve to think they must be old . SAMUEL DANIEL . I MUST not grieve my love , 25.
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... Death , in silent darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light , With dark forgetting of my care's return : And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventur'd youth ; Let waking eyes suffice to ...
... Death , in silent darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light , With dark forgetting of my care's return : And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventur'd youth ; Let waking eyes suffice to ...
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... death , And Innocence is closing up his eyes , Now , if thou would'st , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him yet recover . D HENRY CONSTABLE . MUCH sorrow in itself my love doth 33.
... death , And Innocence is closing up his eyes , Now , if thou would'st , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him yet recover . D HENRY CONSTABLE . MUCH sorrow in itself my love doth 33.
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... death ; To sweat with heat , and yet be freezing cold ; To grasp at stars , and lie the earth beneath ; To tread a maze , that never shall have end ; To burn in sighs , and starve in daily tears ; To climb a hill , and never to descend ...
... death ; To sweat with heat , and yet be freezing cold ; To grasp at stars , and lie the earth beneath ; To tread a maze , that never shall have end ; To burn in sighs , and starve in daily tears ; To climb a hill , and never to descend ...
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ANNA SEWARD beams beauty behold birds bliss bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds CYRIACK SKINNER dark dear death delight dost EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair faith fame flowers grace green grief grove happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE HENRY KIRKE WHITE honour hope JOHN BAMPFYLDE JOHN MILTON light live looks lov'd love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mirth morn mourn Muse never night o'er pale peace Poems praise pride publick rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shine shore sigh sight silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sith sleep smiles songs Sonnet by William sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine THOMAS EDWARDS THOMAS WARTON thou art thou hast thou shalt thought truth verse virtue vols waste weep WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
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Seite 201 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 192 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Seite 70 - THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Seite 69 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Seite 33 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...
Seite 205 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 197 - ONCE did she hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea.
Seite 61 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Seite 57 - 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 possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Seite 81 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.