English Sonnets by Poets of the PastSamuel Waddington G. Bell and Sons, 1888 - 238页 |
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第8页
... passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame , Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept , All suddenly I saw the Faery Queen : At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not ...
... passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame , Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept , All suddenly I saw the Faery Queen : At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not ...
第32页
... passing ere in thought made ours , A honour that more fickle is than wind , A glory at opinion's frown that lowers , A treasury which bankrupt time devours , A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind , A vain delight our equals to ...
... passing ere in thought made ours , A honour that more fickle is than wind , A glory at opinion's frown that lowers , A treasury which bankrupt time devours , A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind , A vain delight our equals to ...
第35页
... Of what yet rests thee of life's wasting day ; Thy sun posts westward , passed is thy morn , And twice it is not given thee to be born . WILLIAM Drummond . LEXIS , here she stayed ; among these pines , BY POETS OF THE PAST . 35.
... Of what yet rests thee of life's wasting day ; Thy sun posts westward , passed is thy morn , And twice it is not given thee to be born . WILLIAM Drummond . LEXIS , here she stayed ; among these pines , BY POETS OF THE PAST . 35.
第36页
... of promised grace ; But ah ! what served it to be happy so Since passed pleasures double but new woe ? WILLIAM Drummond . RUST not , sweet soul , those curled waves of 36 ENGLISH sonnetS . · Alexis, here she stayed; among these pines.
... of promised grace ; But ah ! what served it to be happy so Since passed pleasures double but new woe ? WILLIAM Drummond . RUST not , sweet soul , those curled waves of 36 ENGLISH sonnetS . · Alexis, here she stayed; among these pines.
第66页
... passed the happier hours of spring , With sadness thou wilt mark the fading year ; Chiefly if one , with whom such sweets at morn Or evening thou hast shared , far off shall stray . O Spring , return ! return , auspicious May ! But sad ...
... passed the happier hours of spring , With sadness thou wilt mark the fading year ; Chiefly if one , with whom such sweets at morn Or evening thou hast shared , far off shall stray . O Spring , return ! return , auspicious May ! But sad ...
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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.