Sonnets, Selected from English and American AuthorsHoughton Mifflin, 1916 - 113 páginas |
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... hand at it . He not only wrote one or a dozen , but he generally composed a sequence of a hundred or a list approaching that perfect number . Thou- sands upon thousands of sonnets were written , almost al- ways on the subject of love ...
... hand at it . He not only wrote one or a dozen , but he generally composed a sequence of a hundred or a list approaching that perfect number . Thou- sands upon thousands of sonnets were written , almost al- ways on the subject of love ...
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... hand her yet half trembling took , And with her own good will her firmly tied . Strange thing , me seemed , to see a beast so wild , So goodly won , with her own will beguiled . Edmund Spenser . LXVIII Most glorious Lord of life ! that ...
... hand her yet half trembling took , And with her own good will her firmly tied . Strange thing , me seemed , to see a beast so wild , So goodly won , with her own will beguiled . Edmund Spenser . LXVIII Most glorious Lord of life ! that ...
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... hand ; But came the tide , and made my pains his pray . " Vain man , " said she , " that dost in vain essay A mortal thing so to immortalize ; For I myself shall like to this decay , And eek my name be wiped out likewise . " " Not so ...
... hand ; But came the tide , and made my pains his pray . " Vain man , " said she , " that dost in vain essay A mortal thing so to immortalize ; For I myself shall like to this decay , And eek my name be wiped out likewise . " " Not so ...
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Laura Emma Lockwood. abba cona edco e t HAVING this day my horse , my hand , my lance Guided so well that I obtained the prize , Both by the judgment of the English eyes And of some sent from that sweet enemy , France ; Horsemen my skill ...
Laura Emma Lockwood. abba cona edco e t HAVING this day my horse , my hand , my lance Guided so well that I obtained the prize , Both by the judgment of the English eyes And of some sent from that sweet enemy , France ; Horsemen my skill ...
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... hands who wonders not at all Wonder itself through ignorance embases ? Yet natheless though wondrous gifts you call these , My faith is far more wonderful than all these . Thomas Lodge ( 1558 ? –1625 ) . WHAT MEANT THE POETS IN ...
... hands who wonders not at all Wonder itself through ignorance embases ? Yet natheless though wondrous gifts you call these , My faith is far more wonderful than all these . Thomas Lodge ( 1558 ? –1625 ) . WHAT MEANT THE POETS IN ...
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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.