Sonnets of Three Centuries: A Selection Including Many Examples Hitherto UnpublishedSir Hall Caine E. Stock, 1882 - 331 Seiten Page proofs for the first edition, bound in red binder's cloth. Inscribed "This is the Revise Proof. A good number of additions & alterations were afterwards made. The proof is valuable as containing certain corrections (as in the cases of Watts's sonnets) which it was found too late to set right in type. 1882. THC." With Caine's ms. revisions and markings. The contributors include the three Rossettis, Oliver Madox Brown, Richard Watson Dixon, Dobson, Philip Bourke Marston, Swinburne, John Addington Symonds, and William Bell Scott. |
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... wings Thou spar'st alas ! who cannot be thy guest . Since I am thine , O come , but with that face To inward light which thou art wont to show ; With feigned solace ease a true - felt woe ; Or if , deaf god , thou do deny that grace ...
... wings Thou spar'st alas ! who cannot be thy guest . Since I am thine , O come , but with that face To inward light which thou art wont to show ; With feigned solace ease a true - felt woe ; Or if , deaf god , thou do deny that grace ...
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... wings that from the store Of virtue were not lent , howe'er they bore In this gross air , will melt when near the sun . The truly ambitious wait for Nature's time , Content by certain though by slow degrees To mount above the reach of ...
... wings that from the store Of virtue were not lent , howe'er they bore In this gross air , will melt when near the sun . The truly ambitious wait for Nature's time , Content by certain though by slow degrees To mount above the reach of ...
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... wings , I may record thy worth with honour due , In verse as musical as thou art true , And that immortalizes whom it sings . But thou hast little need . There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light , On which the eyes ...
... wings , I may record thy worth with honour due , In verse as musical as thou art true , And that immortalizes whom it sings . But thou hast little need . There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light , On which the eyes ...
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... shower Forgetful , though its wings are wet the while : - Yet ah ! how much must that poor heart endure , Which hopes from thee , and thee alone , a cure ! LEMNOS . N this lone isle , whose rugged rocks WILLIAM LISLE BOILES . 53.
... shower Forgetful , though its wings are wet the while : - Yet ah ! how much must that poor heart endure , Which hopes from thee , and thee alone , a cure ! LEMNOS . N this lone isle , whose rugged rocks WILLIAM LISLE BOILES . 53.
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... wing as her foot pressed the strand , With step prolusive to a long array Of woes and degradations hand in hand- Weeping captivity , and shuddering fear Stilled by the ensanguined block of Fotheringay ! THE RIVER DUDDON . HAT aspect ...
... wing as her foot pressed the strand , With step prolusive to a long array Of woes and degradations hand in hand- Weeping captivity , and shuddering fear Stilled by the ensanguined block of Fotheringay ! THE RIVER DUDDON . HAT aspect ...
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Alfred Tennyson appears beauty behold breath bright calm child cloud Coleridge dark dead death dost doth Drayton dream earth English sonnet eternal eyes fair flowers genius glad songs grief hand Hartley Hartley Coleridge hath heart heaven HENRY hope hour Italian JOHN John Keats Keats Keats's Lamb language life's light living lone Lord Love's lovers memory metrical mighty Milton mind moon morning nature never night o'er octave October Song Ozymandias pale passion Petrarch Petrarchian poem poet poetic rest rhymes River Duddon Rock of Cashel round seems sestet shadows Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shelley sight silence sing skies sleep smile soft song sonnet-writers soul spirit Spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Toussaint L'Ouverture unto Venetian Republic verse voice weep WILLIAM William Rowan Hamilton wilt wind wings Wordsworth written youth
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Seite 13 - 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.
Seite 10 - 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.
Seite 28 - 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. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures...
Seite 12 - 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...
Seite 273 - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
Seite 11 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Seite 77 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Seite 24 - 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 46 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Seite 3 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...