English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... waves of gold 38. Down in a valley , by a forest's side . 39. A rose , as fair as ever saw William Drummond . . William Drummond . William Drummond . William Drummond . William Drummond . William Browne the North • William Browne 40. I ...
... waves of gold 38. Down in a valley , by a forest's side . 39. A rose , as fair as ever saw William Drummond . . William Drummond . William Drummond . William Drummond . William Drummond . William Browne the North • William Browne 40. I ...
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... Waves 204. The Aconite Arthur Henry Hallam • 196 Charles Kingsley 197 Frederick William Faber . 198 Frederick William Faber . 199 William Caldwell Roscoe 200 William Caldwell Roscoe 201 Thomas Noel 202 Thomas Noel 203 Thomas Noel 204 ...
... Waves 204. The Aconite Arthur Henry Hallam • 196 Charles Kingsley 197 Frederick William Faber . 198 Frederick William Faber . 199 William Caldwell Roscoe 200 William Caldwell Roscoe 201 Thomas Noel 202 Thomas Noel 203 Thomas Noel 204 ...
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... waves , sad shelves which shadow deep , Soul - stinging serpents in gilt curls which creep , To touch Thy sacred feet do now aspire . In seas of Care behold a sinking Bark , By winds of sharp Remorse unto Thee driven , O let me not ...
... waves , sad shelves which shadow deep , Soul - stinging serpents in gilt curls which creep , To touch Thy sacred feet do now aspire . In seas of Care behold a sinking Bark , By winds of sharp Remorse unto Thee driven , O let me not ...
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... promised grace ; But ah ! what served it to be happy so Since passed pleasures double but new woe ? RUST not , sweet soul , those curled waves of WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 36 ENGLISH SONNETS . Alexis, here she stayed; among these pines.
... promised grace ; But ah ! what served it to be happy so Since passed pleasures double but new woe ? RUST not , sweet soul , those curled waves of WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 36 ENGLISH SONNETS . Alexis, here she stayed; among these pines.
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... cruel tyrant that did kill those flowers Shall once , ay me ! not spare that spring of yours . OWN in a valley , by a forest's side , WILLIAM DRUMMOND . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 32 37 Trust not, sweet soul, those curled waves of gold.
... cruel tyrant that did kill those flowers Shall once , ay me ! not spare that spring of yours . OWN in a valley , by a forest's side , WILLIAM DRUMMOND . BY POETS OF THE PAST . 32 37 Trust not, sweet soul, those curled waves of gold.
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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 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.