English Sonnets: A SelectionJohn Dennis H.S. King & Company, 1873 - 238ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... round ! GEORGE HERBERT . 1593-1632 . Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason , holy messengers ; Pulpits and Sundays , sorrow dogging sin , Afflictions sorted , anguish of ...
... round ! GEORGE HERBERT . 1593-1632 . Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason , holy messengers ; Pulpits and Sundays , sorrow dogging sin , Afflictions sorted , anguish of ...
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... round on borrowed pinions soar , My busy fancy calls thy thread mis - spun ; Till Faith instructs me the deceit to shun - While thus she speaks , Those wings that from the store Of virtue were not lent , howe'er , they bore In this ...
... round on borrowed pinions soar , My busy fancy calls thy thread mis - spun ; Till Faith instructs me the deceit to shun - While thus she speaks , Those wings that from the store Of virtue were not lent , howe'er , they bore In this ...
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... round my sheltered lawn I pleased can stray ; Still trace my sylvan blessings to their spring : BEING OF BEINGS ! yes , that silent lay , Which musing Gratitude delights to sing , Still to thy sapphire throne shall Faith convey , And ...
... round my sheltered lawn I pleased can stray ; Still trace my sylvan blessings to their spring : BEING OF BEINGS ! yes , that silent lay , Which musing Gratitude delights to sing , Still to thy sapphire throne shall Faith convey , And ...
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... round , Which fills the varied interval between , Much pleasure , more of sorrow , marks the scene . Sweet native stream ! those skies and suns so pure No more return to cheer my evening road ; Yet still one joy remains - that not ...
... round , Which fills the varied interval between , Much pleasure , more of sorrow , marks the scene . Sweet native stream ! those skies and suns so pure No more return to cheer my evening road ; Yet still one joy remains - that not ...
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... round the dusky lawn , the mansions white , With shutters closed peer faintly through the gloom , That slow recedes ; while yon grey spires assume , Rising from their dark pile , an added height By indistinctness given . - Then to ...
... round the dusky lawn , the mansions white , With shutters closed peer faintly through the gloom , That slow recedes ; while yon grey spires assume , Rising from their dark pile , an added height By indistinctness given . - Then to ...
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beauty behold bird breath bright charm cheerful Cornhill Crown 8vo dark DAVID GRAY dear death delight divine dost doth dream earth Edition EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eyes fair Faith fame fancy fear feel flowers friends grace happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY HENRY CONSTABLE hope JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON JULIAN FANE Lady language light live London look Lord love thee Love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind Mistress morn Muse never night o'er passion Paternoster Row Petrarch pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise pray reader SAMUEL DANIEL Shakespeare shine sight sing sleep song sorrow soul SPEARE spirit story SURREY sweet tears thine things thou art thought touches verse voice volume weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKE WILLIAM WORDS Wordsworth WORTH written youth
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31 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, 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.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - The turtle to her make 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 flings; The fishes...