English sonnets by poets of the past, ed. by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1882 |
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... Spirit 137. The Human Seasons Felicia Hemans John Keats 138. On the Grasshopper and Cricket . John Keats 142. Solitude . 139. On Chapman's Homer . 140. Addressed to Haydon 141. To one who has been long in city pent 143. Happy is England ...
... Spirit 137. The Human Seasons Felicia Hemans John Keats 138. On the Grasshopper and Cricket . John Keats 142. Solitude . 139. On Chapman's Homer . 140. Addressed to Haydon 141. To one who has been long in city pent 143. Happy is England ...
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... Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed . He only fair , and what He fair hath made ; All other fair , like flowers , untimely fade . IKE as a ship that through the ocean wide , EDMUND SPENSER . BY POETS OF THE ...
... Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed . He only fair , and what He fair hath made ; All other fair , like flowers , untimely fade . IKE as a ship that through the ocean wide , EDMUND SPENSER . BY POETS OF THE ...
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... spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him . Yet not the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap ...
... spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him . Yet not the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap ...
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... spirit to sound out thy praise As well as any she ? Cannot thy Dove Outstrip their Cupid easily in flight ? Or , since thy ways are deep , and still the same , Will not a verse run smooth that bears thy Name ? Why doth that fire , which ...
... spirit to sound out thy praise As well as any she ? Cannot thy Dove Outstrip their Cupid easily in flight ? Or , since thy ways are deep , and still the same , Will not a verse run smooth that bears thy Name ? Why doth that fire , which ...
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... spirits , pitying , shall relate Thy Otway's sorrows , and lament his fate ! WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING . HE garlands fade CHARLOTTE SMITH . 99 60 ENGLISH SONNETS . The River Arun Thomas Warton William Cowper Charlotte Smith PAGE.
... spirits , pitying , shall relate Thy Otway's sorrows , and lament his fate ! WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING . HE garlands fade CHARLOTTE SMITH . 99 60 ENGLISH SONNETS . The River Arun Thomas Warton William Cowper Charlotte Smith PAGE.
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beauty behold beneath bird bowers breath brevita bright brooklet Castara cheer clouds D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep delight didst divine doth dream Earl of Surrey earth English Sonnets eternal eyes fade FAERY QUEEN fair fear flowers FOUNTAINS ABBEY gentle gleam glorious glory golden grace green grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope HORACE SMITH life's light lonely look Lord love thee Love's memory mighty mind morn mourn murmur Muse never night o'er ORFORD CASTLE Ozymandias pale pensive Petrarch poet praise rest RIVER ARUN rose round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES shade shalt shepherds shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spring springing lark star stream summer sweet tears thine things thou art thou hast thought tomb verse voice waves weep wild William Habington wind wing youth
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第15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14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69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183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13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71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17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28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47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117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.