The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... hear I the fearful thunder . SUCH vaine thought as wonted to misleade me , In deserte hope , by well assured moane , Makes me from company to live alone , In following her whom reasone bids me flee . And after her my hearte woulde fain ...
... hear I the fearful thunder . SUCH vaine thought as wonted to misleade me , In deserte hope , by well assured moane , Makes me from company to live alone , In following her whom reasone bids me flee . And after her my hearte woulde fain ...
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... hear of any estrangement between him and his Countess ; one of his poems has rather been considered as bearing marks of genuine affec- tion for her , though the authority there is for asserting the poem in question to have had reference ...
... hear of any estrangement between him and his Countess ; one of his poems has rather been considered as bearing marks of genuine affec- tion for her , though the authority there is for asserting the poem in question to have had reference ...
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... hear of his serving as a volunteer under the Protestant banner , in France . He won the favour of Queen Elizabeth by a piece of gallantry ; and was afterwards sent to the Tower , with Elizabeth Throckmorton , upon whom he had bestowed ...
... hear of his serving as a volunteer under the Protestant banner , in France . He won the favour of Queen Elizabeth by a piece of gallantry ; and was afterwards sent to the Tower , with Elizabeth Throckmorton , upon whom he had bestowed ...
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... hear of poet's fury tell , But ( God wot ) wot not what they mean by it ; And this I swear , by blackest book of hell , I am no pick - purse of another's wit . How falls it then , that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak , and ...
... hear of poet's fury tell , But ( God wot ) wot not what they mean by it ; And this I swear , by blackest book of hell , I am no pick - purse of another's wit . How falls it then , that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak , and ...
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... hear , On look with pity on my painful smart : But when I plead , she bids me play my part ; And when I weep , she says tears are but water ; And when I sigh , she says I know the art ; And when I wail , she turns herself to laughter ...
... hear , On look with pity on my painful smart : But when I plead , she bids me play my part ; And when I weep , she says tears are but water ; And when I sigh , she says I know the art ; And when I wail , she turns herself to laughter ...
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beams beauteous beauty beauty's behold bird blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CASTARA charm clouds dark dear death delight dost doth EARL OF SURREY earth eternal eyes face fade fair fame fear flowers gentle glory grace green grief Guitton d'Arezzo hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour kiss Lady Anne Clifford life's light live lonely look Love's lyre marriage mind MONDEGO morn mourn Muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace Petrarch poet Poet Laureat praise racter rest round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES scene scorn shade shine sigh sight silent sing Sir Philip Sidney Sith sleep smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sunne Surry sweet tears thee thine thou art thought unto virtues voice wandering waves weary ween whilst Wiat wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 61 - 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.
Seite 129 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Seite 66 - But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
Seite 56 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...
Seite 62 - 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 possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 61 - 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 58 - 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 145 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Seite 58 - When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd...