English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... shades , dear nymph , he oft hath been ; And here to thee he sacrificed his tears : - Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone ; And thou , sweet Ankor , art my Helicon ! MICHAEL DRAYTON . TO SLEEP . JARE - CHARMER Sleep , son of BY POETS ...
... shades , dear nymph , he oft hath been ; And here to thee he sacrificed his tears : - Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone ; And thou , sweet Ankor , art my Helicon ! MICHAEL DRAYTON . TO SLEEP . JARE - CHARMER Sleep , son of BY POETS ...
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... proper use . I could not choose but grieve that Nature made So glorious flowers to live in such a shade . ROSE , as fair as ever saw the North , WILLIAM BROWNE . 38 ENGLISH SONNETS . Down in a valley, by forest's side.
... proper use . I could not choose but grieve that Nature made So glorious flowers to live in such a shade . ROSE , as fair as ever saw the North , WILLIAM BROWNE . 38 ENGLISH SONNETS . Down in a valley, by forest's side.
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... shade . But , welladay ! the gardener careless grew ; The maids and fairies both were kept away , And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves upon the bud and every spray . God shield the stock ! if heaven send no supplies , The ...
... shade . But , welladay ! the gardener careless grew ; The maids and fairies both were kept away , And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves upon the bud and every spray . God shield the stock ! if heaven send no supplies , The ...
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... shade affrighted Silence melts away ; Not so her sister : -hark ! for onward still With far - heard step she takes her listening way , Bounding from rock to rock , and hill to hill ! Ah , mark the merry maid in mockful play With ...
... shade affrighted Silence melts away ; Not so her sister : -hark ! for onward still With far - heard step she takes her listening way , Bounding from rock to rock , and hill to hill ! Ah , mark the merry maid in mockful play With ...
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... shades , beneath their murmuring , Thou late hast 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 ...
... shades , beneath their murmuring , Thou late hast 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 ...
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beauty behold bird bowers breath bright brow CHARLES STRONG CHARLES TENNYSON Turner cheer clouds COLERIDGE composition D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep delight didst dost doth Earl of Surrey earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eternal eyes fade fair favour fear flowers gentle gleam gloom glorious glory golden grace green grief HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS CARY honour hope JOHN KEATS light lonely look Lord love thee Love's mighty mind morn mourn murmur Muse never night o'er pleasant poems poet poetry praise round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Sonnets by Living sorrow soul sound spirits Spring star streams summer sweet tears thine things thou art thought tomb verse voice Waddington waves weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wing youth
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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 broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.
第185页 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
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.
第30页 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
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.
第119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.