English Sonnets by Poets of the PastSamuel Waddington G. Bell and Sons, 1888 - 238 páginas |
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... hath been ; And here to thee he sacrificed his tears : - Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone ; And thou , sweet Ankor , art my Heliconi TO SLEEP . ARE - CHARMER Sleep , son of MICHAEL DRAYTON . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 13 To the River Ankor.
... hath been ; And here to thee he sacrificed his tears : - Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone ; And thou , sweet Ankor , art my Heliconi TO SLEEP . ARE - CHARMER Sleep , son of MICHAEL DRAYTON . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 13 To the River Ankor.
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... say they are forgiven . " Thus sighed to Jesus the Bethanian fair , His tear - wet feet still drying with her hair . WILLIAM DRUMMOND . HUMAN FRAILTY . GOOD that never satisfies the mind , 1 Torches BY POETS OF THE PAST . 31 Mary Magdalen.
... say they are forgiven . " Thus sighed to Jesus the Bethanian fair , His tear - wet feet still drying with her hair . WILLIAM DRUMMOND . HUMAN FRAILTY . GOOD that never satisfies the mind , 1 Torches BY POETS OF THE PAST . 31 Mary Magdalen.
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... tear Robbed by the thief of three - score years and ten ? No ! for the foes of all life - lengthened men , Trouble and toil , approach not yet too near ; Reason , meanwhile , and health , and memory dear , Hold unimpaired their weak ...
... tear Robbed by the thief of three - score years and ten ? No ! for the foes of all life - lengthened men , Trouble and toil , approach not yet too near ; Reason , meanwhile , and health , and memory dear , Hold unimpaired their weak ...
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... tears ! But seeming now , when all those days are o'er , The sounds of joy once heard and heard no more . VALCLUSA . HAT though , Valclusa , the fond bard WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES . BY POETS OF THE PAST . * 67 Ostend William Lisle Borles.
... tears ! But seeming now , when all those days are o'er , The sounds of joy once heard and heard no more . VALCLUSA . HAT though , Valclusa , the fond bard WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES . BY POETS OF THE PAST . * 67 Ostend William Lisle Borles.
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... tears , Wept o'er his wound : alike each rolling light Of heaven he watched , and blamed its lingering flight : By day the sea - mew , screaming round his cave , Drove slumber from his eyes ; the chiding wave And savage howlings chased ...
... tears , Wept o'er his wound : alike each rolling light Of heaven he watched , and blamed its lingering flight : By day the sea - mew , screaming round his cave , Drove slumber from his eyes ; the chiding wave And savage howlings chased ...
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beams beauty behold beneath birds bliss bower Brasenose College breast breath bright brooklet brow Castara Charles Strong cheer clouds D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep delight didst doth dream Earl of Surrey earth ENGLISH SONNETS eternal eyes F. D. Maurice fade fair Faith favour fear flowers gentle gleam glorious glory golden grace green grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly hill honour hope light lonely look Lord love thee Love's memory mighty morn mourn murmur Muse Naiads never night NIGHTINGALE o'er ORFORD CASTLE Ozymandias pensive poems poet praise RIVER ARUN Robert Herrick round shade shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirits Spring star stream summer sweet tears thine things thou art thou hast thought verse voice waves weep wild banks William Habington wind wing youth
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Página 17 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! 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...
Página 83 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide; The Form remains, the Function never dies ; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish ; — be it so ! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour ; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Página 16 - 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.
Página 73 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Página 24 - 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 express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 71 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 139 - 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...
Página 15 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 121 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Página 25 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.