A Treasury of English SonnetsDavid M. Main A. Ireland and Company, 1880 - Počet stran: 470 |
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Strana 55
... voice to sing Thy praise my comfort , and for ever bring My notes thereof from the bright east to west . Thy mercy lend unto my soul distrest , Thy grace unto my wits ; then shall the sling Of righteousness that monster Satan kill , Who ...
... voice to sing Thy praise my comfort , and for ever bring My notes thereof from the bright east to west . Thy mercy lend unto my soul distrest , Thy grace unto my wits ; then shall the sling Of righteousness that monster Satan kill , Who ...
Strana 59
... voice , whose sounds more strange effects do show Than of the Thracian harper have been told . Look to this dying lily , fading rose , Dark hyacinth , of late whose blushing beams Made all the neighbouring herbs and grass rejoice , And ...
... voice , whose sounds more strange effects do show Than of the Thracian harper have been told . Look to this dying lily , fading rose , Dark hyacinth , of late whose blushing beams Made all the neighbouring herbs and grass rejoice , And ...
Strana 61
... voice did sweeten here thy sugared lines , To which winds , trees , beasts , birds , did lend their ear ; Me here she first perceived , and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face ; Here did she sigh , here first my ...
... voice did sweeten here thy sugared lines , To which winds , trees , beasts , birds , did lend their ear ; Me here she first perceived , and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face ; Here did she sigh , here first my ...
Strana 62
... voice which did thy sounds approve , Which used in such harmonious strains to flow , Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above , What art thou but a harbinger of woe ? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more , But orphan ...
... voice which did thy sounds approve , Which used in such harmonious strains to flow , Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above , What art thou but a harbinger of woe ? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more , But orphan ...
Strana 64
... from old errors turn ! — Who listened to his voice , obeyed his cry ? Only the echoes , which he made relent , Rung from their marble caves , Repent ! Repent ! CXXVIII THE PRAISE OF A SOLITARY LIFE . HRICE happy 64 A Treasury of.
... from old errors turn ! — Who listened to his voice , obeyed his cry ? Only the echoes , which he made relent , Rung from their marble caves , Repent ! Repent ! CXXVIII THE PRAISE OF A SOLITARY LIFE . HRICE happy 64 A Treasury of.
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Strana 52 - Love's not Time's Fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Strana 36 - 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...
Strana 34 - 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.
Strana 51 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Strana 33 - 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...
Strana 142 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Strana 27 - 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...
Strana 46 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces , Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
Strana 72 - 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.
Strana 289 - O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.