The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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Page 147
... lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; 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 ...
... lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; 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 ...
Page 154
... lonely hatch , Like thee , Myself have pleased the rustic throng , And oft for entrance , ' neath the peaceful thatch , Full many a tale have told and ditty long . As when , to one who long hath watched , the Morn Advancing , slow ...
... lonely hatch , Like thee , Myself have pleased the rustic throng , And oft for entrance , ' neath the peaceful thatch , Full many a tale have told and ditty long . As when , to one who long hath watched , the Morn Advancing , slow ...
Page 175
... lonely way ; Now unto thee , pale arbitress of night , With double joy my homage do I pay . When clouds disguise the glories of the day , And stern November sheds her boisterous blight , How doubly sweet to mark the moony ray Shoot ...
... lonely way ; Now unto thee , pale arbitress of night , With double joy my homage do I pay . When clouds disguise the glories of the day , And stern November sheds her boisterous blight , How doubly sweet to mark the moony ray Shoot ...
Page 176
... lonely bark through the tempestuous tide .. WHAT art Thou , Mighty One ! and where thy seat ? Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands , And Thou dost bear within Thine awful hands The rolling thunders and the lightnings fleet ...
... lonely bark through the tempestuous tide .. WHAT art Thou , Mighty One ! and where thy seat ? Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands , And Thou dost bear within Thine awful hands The rolling thunders and the lightnings fleet ...
Page 177
... lonely drear , I'll sit remote from wordly noise , and muse Till through my soul shall peace her balm infuse , And whisper sounds of comfort in mine ear . ON HEARING THE SOUNDS OF AN EOLIAN HARP . So ravishingly soft upon the tide Of ...
... lonely drear , I'll sit remote from wordly noise , and muse Till through my soul shall peace her balm infuse , And whisper sounds of comfort in mine ear . ON HEARING THE SOUNDS OF AN EOLIAN HARP . So ravishingly soft upon the tide Of ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...