English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... her own good - will her firmly tied ; -- Strange thing , meseemed , to see a beast so wild So goodly won , with her own will beguiled . TRUE BEAUTY . EN call you fair , and you EDMUND SPEnser . 2 ENGLISH SONNETS . Willing Bondage.
... her own good - will her firmly tied ; -- Strange thing , meseemed , to see a beast so wild So goodly won , with her own will beguiled . TRUE BEAUTY . EN call you fair , and you EDMUND SPEnser . 2 ENGLISH SONNETS . Willing Bondage.
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... just and bright ; - - There all thy deeds , my faithful Mary , shine ; And since thou own'st that praise , I spare thee mine . WILLIAM COWPER . TO THE RIVER ARUN . N thy wild banks , BY POETS OF THE PAST . 59 To Mary Unwin.
... just and bright ; - - There all thy deeds , my faithful Mary , shine ; And since thou own'st that praise , I spare thee mine . WILLIAM COWPER . TO THE RIVER ARUN . N thy wild banks , BY POETS OF THE PAST . 59 To Mary Unwin.
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Samuel Waddington. TO THE RIVER ARUN . N thy wild banks , by frequent torrents worn , No glittering fanes , or marble domes appear , Yet shall the mournful Muse thy course adorn , And still to her thy rustic waves be dear : - For with ...
Samuel Waddington. TO THE RIVER ARUN . N thy wild banks , by frequent torrents worn , No glittering fanes , or marble domes appear , Yet shall the mournful Muse thy course adorn , And still to her thy rustic waves be dear : - For with ...
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... wild scenes I chanced the Muse to woo Through glens untrod , and woods that frowned on high , Two sleeping nymphs with wonder mute I spy ! And lo , she's gone ! -in robe of dark - green hue , ' Twas Echo from her sister Silence flew ...
... wild scenes I chanced the Muse to woo Through glens untrod , and woods that frowned on high , Two sleeping nymphs with wonder mute I spy ! And lo , she's gone ! -in robe of dark - green hue , ' Twas Echo from her sister Silence flew ...
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... wild Echo with his plaintive song ! Yet still , enamoured of the tender tale , Pale Passion haunts thy grove's romantic gloom , Yet still soft music breathes in every gale , Still undecayed the fairy garlands bloom , Still heavenly ...
... wild Echo with his plaintive song ! Yet still , enamoured of the tender tale , Pale Passion haunts thy grove's romantic gloom , Yet still soft music breathes in every gale , Still undecayed the fairy garlands bloom , Still heavenly ...
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beauty behold bird bowers breath bright brow CHARLES STRONG CHARLES TENNYSON Turner cheer clouds COLERIDGE composition D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep delight didst dost doth Earl of Surrey earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eternal eyes fade fair favour fear flowers gentle gleam gloom glorious glory golden grace green grief HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS CARY honour hope JOHN KEATS light lonely look Lord love thee Love's mighty mind morn mourn murmur Muse never night o'er pleasant poems poet poetry praise round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Sonnets by Living sorrow soul sound spirits Spring star streams summer sweet tears thine things thou art thought tomb verse voice Waddington waves weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 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 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 71 - 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 185 - 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 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 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 19 - 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 30 - 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 49 - 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 119 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.