English Sonnets by Poets of the PastSamuel Waddington G. Bell and Sons, 1888 - 238页 |
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第xi页
... hear thy word , of love and peace ! ' The Editor begs to thank once more the owners of the copyright of the sonnets published during recent years , for kindly allowing him to include them in his selection . 47 , Connaught Street , HYDE ...
... hear thy word , of love and peace ! ' The Editor begs to thank once more the owners of the copyright of the sonnets published during recent years , for kindly allowing him to include them in his selection . 47 , Connaught Street , HYDE ...
第20页
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
第34页
... hear ; For now Irene hath attained such fame , That Hero's ghost doth weep to hear her name . WILLIAM Drummond . + NO TRUST IN TIME . OOK how the flower which 34 ENGLISH SONNETS . Before a Poem of Irene.
... hear ; For now Irene hath attained such fame , That Hero's ghost doth weep to hear her name . WILLIAM Drummond . + NO TRUST IN TIME . OOK how the flower which 34 ENGLISH SONNETS . Before a Poem of Irene.
第49页
... hear the lute well touched , or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ? He who of those delights can judge , and spare To interpose them oft , is not unwise . E i JOHN MILTON . - WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY ...
... hear the lute well touched , or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ? He who of those delights can judge , and spare To interpose them oft , is not unwise . E i JOHN MILTON . - WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY ...
第52页
... confined to this low clime , Who but the extremest skirts of glory sees And hears celestial echoes with delight . ' Benjamin Stillingfleet . TO DAMPIER . HRICE worthy guardian of that sacred spring 52 ENGLISH SONNETS . The Meaning of Life.
... confined to this low clime , Who but the extremest skirts of glory sees And hears celestial echoes with delight . ' Benjamin Stillingfleet . TO DAMPIER . HRICE worthy guardian of that sacred spring 52 ENGLISH SONNETS . The Meaning of Life.
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beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON bird bowers breath bright brow CHARLES Strong CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER cheer clouds composition 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 honour hope JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON 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 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirits Spring star streams summer sweet tears thine things THOMAS THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tomb unto verse voice waves weep wild WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing youth
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第187页 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
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24页 - 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 express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
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121页 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
第12页 - 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.
第18页 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,— As, to behold Desert a beggar born, And needy Nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest Faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded Honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden Virtue rudely strumpeted, And right Perfection wrongfully disgraced, And Strength by limping sway disabled, And Art made tongue-tied by Authority...
第49页 - 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.