English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... Summer Twilight . 172. The Quiet Tide near Ar- drossan 173. Letty's Globe 174. The Forest Glade 175. The Gossamer - Light Robert Stephen Hawker . Helena C. Von Ranke Charles Tennyson Turner Charles Tennyson Turner 168 Charles Tennyson ...
... Summer Twilight . 172. The Quiet Tide near Ar- drossan 173. Letty's Globe 174. The Forest Glade 175. The Gossamer - Light Robert Stephen Hawker . Helena C. Von Ranke Charles Tennyson Turner Charles Tennyson Turner 168 Charles Tennyson ...
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... summer's breath their maskéd buds discloses : But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of ...
... summer's breath their maskéd buds discloses : But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of ...
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... summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white , Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you , -you pattern ...
... summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white , Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you , -you pattern ...
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... summer's queen , Spoiled of that juice which kept it fresh and green , As high as it did raise , bows low the head : Right so my life , contentments being dead , Or in their contraries but only seen , With swifter speed declines than ...
... summer's queen , Spoiled of that juice which kept it fresh and green , As high as it did raise , bows low the head : Right so my life , contentments being dead , Or in their contraries but only seen , With swifter speed declines than ...
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... Summer has smote each daisy - dappled dale ; She to the caves retires , high - arched beneath The fount that laves proud Isis ' towered brim ; And now , all glad the temperate air to breathe , While cooling drops distil from arches dim ...
... Summer has smote each daisy - dappled dale ; She to the caves retires , high - arched beneath The fount that laves proud Isis ' towered brim ; And now , all glad the temperate air to breathe , While cooling drops distil from arches dim ...
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beauty behold beneath bird bowers breath brevita bright brooklet Castara cheer clouds D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep delight didst divine doth dream Earl of Surrey earth English Sonnets eternal eyes fade FAERY QUEEN fair fear flowers FOUNTAINS ABBEY gentle gleam glorious glory golden grace green grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope HORACE SMITH life's light lonely look Lord love thee Love's memory mighty mind morn mourn murmur Muse never night o'er ORFORD CASTLE Ozymandias pale pensive Petrarch poet praise rest RIVER ARUN rose round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES shade shalt shepherds shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spring springing lark star stream summer sweet tears thine things thou art thou hast thought tomb verse voice waves weep wild William Habington wind wing youth
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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.