English Sonnets: A SelectionJohn Dennis H.S. King & Company, 1873 - 238 sider |
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Side 71
... up they flew so drest , And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge ; who thenceforth bid thee rest , And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams . JOHN MILTON . 1608-1674 . ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN ENGLISH SONNETS . 71.
... up they flew so drest , And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge ; who thenceforth bid thee rest , And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams . JOHN MILTON . 1608-1674 . ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN ENGLISH SONNETS . 71.
Side 72
... pure of old , When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep , and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks ...
... pure of old , When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep , and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks ...
Side 77
... pure as her mind : Her face was veiled ; yet to my fancied sight Love , sweetness , goodness , in her person shined So clear , as in no face with more delight . But O , as to embrace me she inclined , I waked , she fled , and day ...
... pure as her mind : Her face was veiled ; yet to my fancied sight Love , sweetness , goodness , in her person shined So clear , as in no face with more delight . But O , as to embrace me she inclined , I waked , she fled , and day ...
Side 81
... pure No more return to cheer my evening road ; Yet still one joy remains — that not obscure , Nor useless , all my vacant days have flowed , From youth's gay dawn to manhood's prime mature , Nor with the Muse's laurel unbestowed ...
... pure No more return to cheer my evening road ; Yet still one joy remains — that not obscure , Nor useless , all my vacant days have flowed , From youth's gay dawn to manhood's prime mature , Nor with the Muse's laurel unbestowed ...
Side 97
... pure sky ; By turns have all been thought of ; yet I lie Sleepless ; and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry . Even thus last night , and two nights ...
... pure sky ; By turns have all been thought of ; yet I lie Sleepless ; and soon the small birds ' melodies Must hear , first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry . Even thus last night , and two nights ...
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Side 31 - 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.
Side 29 - 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...
Side 48 - 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.
Side 102 - 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.
Side 55 - 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...
Side 35 - 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.
Side 42 - 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?
Side 26 - 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...
Side 210 - 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...
Side 3 - 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...