The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... fire of genius ; " as also that they have been chiefly appropriated to illustrate the passion of Love . The early writers of Sonnets , both in the Italian and in our own language , undoubtedly confine them mostly xii INTRODUCTION .
... fire of genius ; " as also that they have been chiefly appropriated to illustrate the passion of Love . The early writers of Sonnets , both in the Italian and in our own language , undoubtedly confine them mostly xii INTRODUCTION .
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... fire so brighte , And ween to play in it , as they pretende , But finde contrary of it , that they intend . Alas ! of that sorte may I be by righte ; For to withstande her looke I am not able ; Yet can I not hide me in no darke place ...
... fire so brighte , And ween to play in it , as they pretende , But finde contrary of it , that they intend . Alas ! of that sorte may I be by righte ; For to withstande her looke I am not able ; Yet can I not hide me in no darke place ...
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... fire , and bridleth eke with ice . In such extremity thus is he broughte : Frozen now colde , and now he standes in flame : " Twixt woe and wealthe , betwixt earnest and game , With seldom glad , and many a diverse thought , In sore ...
... fire , and bridleth eke with ice . In such extremity thus is he broughte : Frozen now colde , and now he standes in flame : " Twixt woe and wealthe , betwixt earnest and game , With seldom glad , and many a diverse thought , In sore ...
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... fire , If long error in a blinde maze chained , If in my visage each thought distained , Or if my sparkling voice , lower , or higher , Which feare and shame so wofully doth tire ; If pale coloure , which love , alas , hath stained , If ...
... fire , If long error in a blinde maze chained , If in my visage each thought distained , Or if my sparkling voice , lower , or higher , Which feare and shame so wofully doth tire ; If pale coloure , which love , alas , hath stained , If ...
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... fire Kindled above , unto the Maker near ; No eyes but joys , in which all powers conspire , That to the world nought else be counted dear : Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest Shoot out his darts to base affection's ...
... fire Kindled above , unto the Maker near ; No eyes but joys , in which all powers conspire , That to the world nought else be counted dear : Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest Shoot out his darts to base affection's ...
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beams beauteous beauty beauty's behold bird blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CASTARA charm clouds dark dear death delight dost doth EARL OF SURREY earth eternal eyes face fade fair fame fear flowers gentle glory grace green grief Guitton d'Arezzo hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour kiss Lady Anne Clifford life's light live lonely look Love's lyre marriage mind MONDEGO morn mourn Muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace Petrarch poet Poet Laureat praise racter rest round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES scene scorn shade shine sigh sight silent sing Sir Philip Sidney Sith sleep smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sunne Surry sweet tears thee thine thou art thought unto virtues voice wandering waves weary ween whilst Wiat wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings youth
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第61页 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
第129页 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
第66页 - But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
第56页 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...
第62页 - 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 possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
第56页 - 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61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58页 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
第145页 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
第58页 - When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd...