Sonnets of this CenturyWilliam Sharp W. Scott, 1886 - 333 páginas |
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... Dark Glass xxxiv . 186 39 " " clxxxvii . Without Her liii . 187 " " clxxxviii . True Woman , II . lvii . 188 " " " " clxxxix . True Woman , III . cxc . The Choice cxci . Lost Days excii . " Retro me , Sathana " ! " cxciii . A ...
... Dark Glass xxxiv . 186 39 " " clxxxvii . Without Her liii . 187 " " clxxxviii . True Woman , II . lvii . 188 " " " " clxxxix . True Woman , III . cxc . The Choice cxci . Lost Days excii . " Retro me , Sathana " ! " cxciii . A ...
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William Sharp. Dedicated TO THE MEMORY OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI , WHOSE GLORY IT IS TO HAVE DONE SO MUCH TO STRENGTHEN THE LOVE OF BEAUTY IN ART , IN LITERATURE , AND IN LIFE . b To D. G. R. I. From out the darkness cometh.
William Sharp. Dedicated TO THE MEMORY OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI , WHOSE GLORY IT IS TO HAVE DONE SO MUCH TO STRENGTHEN THE LOVE OF BEAUTY IN ART , IN LITERATURE , AND IN LIFE . b To D. G. R. I. From out the darkness cometh.
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William Sharp. To D. G. R. I. From out the darkness cometh never a sound : No voice doth reach us from the silent place : There is one goal beyond life's blindfold race , For victor and for victim - burial - ground . O friend , revered ...
William Sharp. To D. G. R. I. From out the darkness cometh never a sound : No voice doth reach us from the silent place : There is one goal beyond life's blindfold race , For victor and for victim - burial - ground . O friend , revered ...
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... prayed in vain , At last was lowered into the dark deep grave : But could the cold moist earth the soul restrain ? Could Death perpetuate his usurping reign ? Nay , with a joyous , an adoring strain The THE SONNET . li.
... prayed in vain , At last was lowered into the dark deep grave : But could the cold moist earth the soul restrain ? Could Death perpetuate his usurping reign ? Nay , with a joyous , an adoring strain The THE SONNET . li.
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... darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return , And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn ...
... darkness born , Relieve my languish , and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return , And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn ...
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Página lvi - Since 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 ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Página 114 - 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 119 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 202 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: " My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Página 264 - 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...
Página 292 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Página 256 - 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 lviii - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, — and prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
Página 34 - 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 260 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...