Sonnets, Selected from English and American AuthorsHoughton Mifflin, 1916 - 113 páginas |
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... lips they blush for shame . The Lily's leaves , for envy , pale became ; And her white hands in them this envy bred . The Marigold abroad her leaves doth spread , Because the sun's and her power is the same . The Violet of purple colour ...
... lips they blush for shame . The Lily's leaves , for envy , pale became ; And her white hands in them this envy bred . The Marigold abroad her leaves doth spread , Because the sun's and her power is the same . The Violet of purple colour ...
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... lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time , all you prefiguring ; And , for they look'd but with divining eyes ...
... lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time , all you prefiguring ; And , for they look'd but with divining eyes ...
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... lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom . If this be error and upon me prov'd , I never writ , nor no man ever lov'd . William ...
... lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even to the edge of doom . If this be error and upon me prov'd , I never writ , nor no man ever lov'd . William ...
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... lips declare Some merry jest or tale of murder dire , Or troubled spirit that disturbs the night , Pausing at times to rouse the mouldering fire , Or taste the old October brown and bright . Robert Southey ( 1774-1843 ) . NIGHT AND ...
... lips declare Some merry jest or tale of murder dire , Or troubled spirit that disturbs the night , Pausing at times to rouse the mouldering fire , Or taste the old October brown and bright . Robert Southey ( 1774-1843 ) . NIGHT AND ...
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... lip , and sneer of cold command , Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive , stamped on these lifeless things , The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed . And on the pedestal these words appear ' My name ...
... lip , and sneer of cold command , Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive , stamped on these lifeless things , The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed . And on the pedestal these words appear ' My name ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.