A Little Book of English Sonnets: With Notes and an IntrodBowyer Nichols Methuen, 1903 - 217 Seiten |
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... Lord Brooke 28 Henry Constable 29-34 Samuel Daniel 35-44 Michael Drayton 45-52 Mark Alexander Boyde 53 Joshua Sylvester 54 I. S. . 55 William Shakespeare 56-93 William Alexander , Earl of Sterline 94-96 Charles Best . 97 Bartholomew ...
... Lord Brooke 28 Henry Constable 29-34 Samuel Daniel 35-44 Michael Drayton 45-52 Mark Alexander Boyde 53 Joshua Sylvester 54 I. S. . 55 William Shakespeare 56-93 William Alexander , Earl of Sterline 94-96 Charles Best . 97 Bartholomew ...
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... Lord Byron Percy Bysshe Shelley John Keats Thomas Hood Index of Poets Index of First Lines PAGE 139-149 150-151 152 153 154-155 156 157-159 160 161 162-189 190 • 191-193 194 195 196 · 197-198 199-208 209-210 211 213 INTRODUCTION I It is ...
... Lord Byron Percy Bysshe Shelley John Keats Thomas Hood Index of Poets Index of First Lines PAGE 139-149 150-151 152 153 154-155 156 157-159 160 161 162-189 190 • 191-193 194 195 196 · 197-198 199-208 209-210 211 213 INTRODUCTION I It is ...
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... lord , steereth with cruelness : And every hour a thought in readiness As though that death were light in such a case . An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness . A rain of tears , a cloud of dark ...
... lord , steereth with cruelness : And every hour a thought in readiness As though that death were light in such a case . An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness . A rain of tears , a cloud of dark ...
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... lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pains . Yet from my lord shall not my foot remove ; Sweet is his death that takes his end by love . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY A VOW TO LOVE 2 SONNETS Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey.
... lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pains . Yet from my lord shall not my foot remove ; Sweet is his death that takes his end by love . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY A VOW TO LOVE 2 SONNETS Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey.
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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 Most glorious Lord of life ! that on SONNETS ...
... 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 Most glorious Lord of life ! that on SONNETS ...
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BARNABE BARNES beauteous beauty behold blind born breath bright cheerful couplet dear death decay delight didst dost doth E. V. Lucas EARL earth Edited EDMUND SPENSER English sonnets eternal eyes fade fair fame fears flower glory grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE honour hope Italian form JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON King light live look Lord love's lovers MICHAEL DRAYTON mind moan mortal mourn Muse Nature's never night nought o'er pain Petrarch Petrarchan PHILIP SIDNEY Poems poets poor praise rest rhymes rich SAMUEL DANIEL shalt shew shine sigh sight silent sing sleep soul stars Stephen Gwynn summer's Surrey sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou wilt thought Time's true unto verse virtue voice W. M. THACKERAY Whilst WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings Wyat youth
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Seite 68 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Seite 142 - 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 broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Seite 77 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Seite 74 - 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.
Seite 57 - 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...
Seite 70 - 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 74 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Seite 119 - O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Seite 71 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I '11 live in this poor rhyme, "While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent CVIII.
Seite 72 - 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. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.