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... soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not seen , For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse . Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed , And groans of buried ...
... soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not seen , For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse . Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed , And groans of buried ...
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... soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view , Which , like a jewel hung in ghastly night , Makes black night beauteous and her old face new . Lo , thus , by day my limbs , by night my mind , For thee and for myself ...
... soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view , Which , like a jewel hung in ghastly night , Makes black night beauteous and her old face new . Lo , thus , by day my limbs , by night my mind , For thee and for myself ...
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... Soul , the centre of my sinful earth , Fooled by these rebel powers that thee array , Why dost thou pine within , and suffer dearth , Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost , having so short a lease , Dost thou ...
... Soul , the centre of my sinful earth , Fooled by these rebel powers that thee array , Why dost thou pine within , and suffer dearth , Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost , having so short a lease , Dost thou ...
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... soul's delivery . Thou'rt slave to fate , chance , kings , and desperate men , And dost with poison , war , and sickness dwell ; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well , And better than thy stroke . Why swell'st thou then ? One ...
... soul's delivery . Thou'rt slave to fate , chance , kings , and desperate men , And dost with poison , war , and sickness dwell ; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well , And better than thy stroke . Why swell'st thou then ? One ...
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... soul , and think aright , Of what yet rests thee of life's wasting day ; Thy sun posts westward , passèd is thy morn , And twice it is not given thee to be born . ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF 23 . F 2 ENGLISH SONNETS . 67 WILLIAM ...
... soul , and think aright , Of what yet rests thee of life's wasting day ; Thy sun posts westward , passèd is thy morn , And twice it is not given thee to be born . ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF 23 . F 2 ENGLISH SONNETS . 67 WILLIAM ...
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beauty behold bird breath bright charm cheerful Cornhill Crown 8vo dark DAVID GRAY dear death delight divine dost doth dream earth Edition EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eyes fair Faith fame fancy fear feel flowers friends grace happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY HENRY CONSTABLE hope JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON JULIAN FANE Lady language light live London look Lord love thee Love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind Mistress morn Muse never night o'er passion Paternoster Row Petrarch pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise pray reader SAMUEL DANIEL Shakespeare shine sight sing sleep song sorrow soul SPEARE spirit story SURREY sweet tears thine things thou art thought touches verse voice volume weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKE WILLIAM WORDS Wordsworth WORTH written youth
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...