Sonnets, Selected from English and American AuthorsHoughton Mifflin, 1916 - 113 páginas |
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... sing- ing them from street to street . Indeed , the Italians hardly thought of the sonnet except as accompanied by music . The rules for the composition of the sonnet have been fixed by the acceptance and practice of the best writers ...
... sing- ing them from street to street . Indeed , the Italians hardly thought of the sonnet except as accompanied by music . The rules for the composition of the sonnet have been fixed by the acceptance and practice of the best writers ...
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... sings : The turtle to her mate hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs , The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he slings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale ...
... sings : The turtle to her mate hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs , The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he slings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale ...
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... sing Medea's shame , and Scylla's pride , Calypso's charms by which so many died ? Only for this their vices they rehearse ; That curious wits which in the world converse , May shun the dangers and enticing shows Of such false Sirens ...
... sing Medea's shame , and Scylla's pride , Calypso's charms by which so many died ? Only for this their vices they rehearse ; That curious wits which in the world converse , May shun the dangers and enticing shows Of such false Sirens ...
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... arising From sullen earth , sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings . William Shakespeare . WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon 12.
... arising From sullen earth , sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings . William Shakespeare . WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon 12.
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... sing , And stops her pipe in growth of riper days : Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night , But that wild music burthens every bough , And sweets grown common lose their dear delight ...
... sing , And stops her pipe in growth of riper days : Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night , But that wild music burthens every bough , And sweets grown common lose their dear delight ...
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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.