English Sonnets by Poets of the PastSamuel Waddington G. Bell and Sons, 1888 - 238页 |
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... praise to sleight , which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance : Others , because of both sides I do take My blood from them who did excel in this , Think Nature me a man - at - arms did make . How far they ...
... praise to sleight , which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance : Others , because of both sides I do take My blood from them who did excel in this , Think Nature me a man - at - arms did make . How far they ...
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... praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you , —you pattern of all those . Yet seem'd it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I with these did play . WILLIAM ...
... praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you , —you pattern of all those . Yet seem'd it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I with these did play . WILLIAM ...
第24页
... 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 . So all their ...
... 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 . So all their ...
第28页
... praises sing Of Him that made and rules at his behest The minds and hearts of every living thing ? Ah , sweet Content , where doth thine harbour hold ? Is it in churches with religious men Which please the gods with prayers manifold ...
... praises sing Of Him that made and rules at his behest The minds and hearts of every living thing ? Ah , sweet Content , where doth thine harbour hold ? Is it in churches with religious men Which please the gods with prayers manifold ...
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... deliverance from th ' infernal pit , Who sings thy praise ? Only a scarf or glove Doth warm our hands , and make them write of love . | ORD , with what care hast Thou begirt us GEORGE HERBERT . 42 ENGLISH SONNETS . Love George Herbert.
... deliverance from th ' infernal pit , Who sings thy praise ? Only a scarf or glove Doth warm our hands , and make them write of love . | ORD , with what care hast Thou begirt us GEORGE HERBERT . 42 ENGLISH SONNETS . Love George Herbert.
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beauty behold beneath bird bowers breath bright brow CHARLES STRONG CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER cheer clouds Coleridge composition D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep delight didst doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ENGLISH SONNETS eternal eyes fade fair favour fear flowers gentle gleam gloom glorious glory golden grace green grief happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS CARY honour hope JOHN KEATS KEATS life's light lonely look Lord love thee Love's mighty mind morn mourn murmur Muse never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poems poet praise round shade shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirits Spring star streams summer sweet tears thine things thou art thought tomb unto verse voice waves weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing youth
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第145页 - 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...
第17页 - 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...
第16页 - 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.
第73页 - 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...
第71页 - 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 is on the Sea: Listen!
第139页 - 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...
第40页 - I write of youth, of love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness ; I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and amber-greece ; I sing of times trans-shifting ; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white.
第83页 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide ; The Form remains, the Function never dies ; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish ; — be it -so ! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour ; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
第15页 - 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...
第19页 - 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.