Specimens of English SonnetsW. Pickering, 1833 - 224 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 29 筆
第 10 頁
... ought do care though some above me sit ; Nor hope nor wish another course to frame , But that which once may win thy cruel heart : Thou art my wit , and thou my virtue art . i SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . HAVING this day my horse , 10.
... ought do care though some above me sit ; Nor hope nor wish another course to frame , But that which once may win thy cruel heart : Thou art my wit , and thou my virtue art . i SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . HAVING this day my horse , 10.
第 13 頁
... hope , who love , who live but thee ; Thine eyes my pride , thy lips mine history : If thou praise not , all other praise is shame . Nor so ambitious am I , as to frame A nest for my young praise in laurel tree : In truth I swear , I ...
... hope , who love , who live but thee ; Thine eyes my pride , thy lips mine history : If thou praise not , all other praise is shame . Nor so ambitious am I , as to frame A nest for my young praise in laurel tree : In truth I swear , I ...
第 34 頁
... hope to love . So , when this thought my sorrow shall augment , That my own folly did procure my pain , Then shall I say , to give myself content , Obedience only made me love in vain : It was your will , and not my want of wit ; I have ...
... hope to love . So , when this thought my sorrow shall augment , That my own folly did procure my pain , Then shall I say , to give myself content , Obedience only made me love in vain : It was your will , and not my want of wit ; I have ...
第 41 頁
... hope of new delight ; And , bidding th ' old adieu , his passed date Bids all old thoughts to die in dumpish spright ; And calling forth out of sad Winter's night Fresh Love , that long hath slept in cheerless bower , Wills him awake ...
... hope of new delight ; And , bidding th ' old adieu , his passed date Bids all old thoughts to die in dumpish spright ; And calling forth out of sad Winter's night Fresh Love , that long hath slept in cheerless bower , Wills him awake ...
第 45 頁
... hope of your relenting mind ; For since it is the badge which I do bear , Ye , bearing it , do seem to me inclin'd : The power thereof , which oft in me I find , Let it likewise your gentle breast inspire With sweet infusion , and put ...
... hope of your relenting mind ; For since it is the badge which I do bear , Ye , bearing it , do seem to me inclin'd : The power thereof , which oft in me I find , Let it likewise your gentle breast inspire With sweet infusion , and put ...
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第 201 頁 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
第 192 頁 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
第 70 頁 - 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.
第 69 頁 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
第 33 頁 - 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. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...
第 205 頁 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
第 197 頁 - ONCE did she hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea.
第 61 頁 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
第 57 頁 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
第 81 頁 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.