Sonnets, Selected from English and American AuthorsHoughton Mifflin, 1916 - 113 páginas |
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... feet to the line , or lines to the stanza , but the sonnet must have fourteen lines and no more , must have five beats to each line , neither fewer nor greater in number . It was not , however , to the Italians any poem of fourteen five ...
... feet to the line , or lines to the stanza , but the sonnet must have fourteen lines and no more , must have five beats to each line , neither fewer nor greater in number . It was not , however , to the Italians any poem of fourteen five ...
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... feet to the line , but experimented with rhyme . Wyatt almost al- ways follows Petrarch in the octave ; the sestet he closes with a rhymed couplet . Surrey was less easily satisfied on the delicate subject of rhyme ; he never employs ...
... feet to the line , but experimented with rhyme . Wyatt almost al- ways follows Petrarch in the octave ; the sestet he closes with a rhymed couplet . Surrey was less easily satisfied on the delicate subject of rhyme ; he never employs ...
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... feet to the line , as well as something of the same rhyme and pause scheme , as are found in the sonnet at the height of its popularity . Its origin , then , becomes a matter for the labor , or the skillful guessing , of the scholar , a ...
... feet to the line , as well as something of the same rhyme and pause scheme , as are found in the sonnet at the height of its popularity . Its origin , then , becomes a matter for the labor , or the skillful guessing , of the scholar , a ...
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... of immaculate feet ? Did viewless seraphs rustle all around , Making sweet music out of air as sweet ? Or his own voice awake him with its sound ? Hartley Coleridge . SILENCE THERE is a silence where hath been no sound 41.
... of immaculate feet ? Did viewless seraphs rustle all around , Making sweet music out of air as sweet ? Or his own voice awake him with its sound ? Hartley Coleridge . SILENCE THERE is a silence where hath been no sound 41.
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... feet Enter , and cross himself , and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er ; Far off the noises of the world retreat ; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar . So , as I enter here from day to ...
... feet Enter , and cross himself , and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er ; Far off the noises of the world retreat ; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar . So , as I enter here from day to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty behold beneath birds blood breath bright Christina G cloud Company Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead dear death deep door dost doth dream earth Edmund Spenser Elizabeth Barrett Browning English eternal eyes face fair feet flowers gaze glorious grace hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hour immortal Italian John Keats John Milton land leaves life's lines lips lone look Lord love thee love's mighty moon murmur never night o'er pale passion pause permission Petrarch Philip Bourke Marston poets praise publishers Reprinted from Poems rhyme scheme round sestet shadows shine sight silence sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul sound Spenser Spring stars summer Surrey sweet tears Theodore Watts-Dunton thine things thou art thought trembling verse voice weary weep wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings Wyatt
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Página 38 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Página 23 - Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Página 16 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 13 - 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...
Página 19 - 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.
Página 24 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Página 11 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. 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.
Página 35 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Página 16 - 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.
Página 29 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.