English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... comes a band · Henry Alford · · 193 194. To Mary Henry Alford • 194 195. Lady , I bid thee to a sunny dome • Arthur Henry Hallam . · 195 193. But deck the board ; -for PAGE 196. Oh , blessing and delight of my young CONTENTS . xxi.
... comes a band · Henry Alford · · 193 194. To Mary Henry Alford • 194 195. Lady , I bid thee to a sunny dome • Arthur Henry Hallam . · 195 193. But deck the board ; -for PAGE 196. Oh , blessing and delight of my young CONTENTS . xxi.
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... he hath done : For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree Can give food to my Love , and life to me . THE LAST CHANCE . INCE there's no help , come HENRY CONstable . BY POETS OF THE PAST . II Pity refusing my poor love to feed.
... he hath done : For only the sweet fruit of this sweet tree Can give food to my Love , and life to me . THE LAST CHANCE . INCE there's no help , come HENRY CONstable . BY POETS OF THE PAST . II Pity refusing my poor love to feed.
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Samuel Waddington. THE LAST CHANCE . INCE 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 ...
Samuel Waddington. THE LAST CHANCE . INCE 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 ...
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... come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom . If this be error and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . A PICTURE . 10 ! as a careful housewife runs WILLIAM ...
... come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom . If this be error and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . A PICTURE . 10 ! as a careful housewife runs WILLIAM ...
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... come not again ! The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee turn , which turn my sweets to sours : Thou art the same which still thou wast before , Delicious , lusty , amiable , fair ; But she , whose breath embalmed thy wholesome ...
... come not again ! The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee turn , which turn my sweets to sours : Thou art the same which still thou wast before , Delicious , lusty , amiable , fair ; But she , whose breath embalmed thy wholesome ...
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Página 15 - 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 14 - 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 69 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.
Página 183 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Página 13 - 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 71 - 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 17 - 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.
Página 28 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Página 47 - LAWRENCE ! of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
Página 117 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.