English Sonnets by Poets of the PastSamuel Waddington G. Bell and Sons, 1888 - 238 頁 |
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... dear Lord , with joy begin ; And grant that we , for whom Thou diddest die , Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin , May live for ever in felicity : And that thy love we weighing worthily , May likewise love Thee for the same ...
... dear Lord , with joy begin ; And grant that we , for whom Thou diddest die , Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin , May live for ever in felicity : And that thy love we weighing worthily , May likewise love Thee for the same ...
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... dear Love , and I the skies , My love should shine on you like to the sun , And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven waxed blind and till the world were done . Wheresoe'er I am , below or else above you , Wheresoe'er you are ...
... dear Love , and I the skies , My love should shine on you like to the sun , And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven waxed blind and till the world were done . Wheresoe'er I am , below or else above you , Wheresoe'er you are ...
第 10 頁
... dear lady , then beware . My loss of life a million - fold were less Than the least loss should unto you befall ; Yet grant this gift : which gift when I possess , Both I have life , and you no loss at all : - For by your favour only I ...
... dear lady , then beware . My loss of life a million - fold were less Than the least loss should unto you befall ; Yet grant this gift : which gift when I possess , Both I have life , and you no loss at all : - For by your favour only I ...
第 11 頁
... dear ! " quoth he , " two cherries may suffice , Two only life may save in this my need . " But beggars , can they nought but cherries eat ? Pardon my Love , he is a goddess ' son , And never feedeth but on dainty meat , Else need he ...
... dear ! " quoth he , " two cherries may suffice , Two only life may save in this my need . " But beggars , can they nought but cherries eat ? Pardon my Love , he is a goddess ' son , And never feedeth but on dainty meat , Else need he ...
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... dear nymph , he oft hath been ; And here to thee he sacrificed his tears : - Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone ; And thou , sweet Ankor , art my Helicon : MICHAEL DRAYTON . TO SLEEP . JARE - CHARMER Sleep , son of BY POETS OF THE ...
... dear nymph , he oft hath been ; And here to thee he sacrificed his tears : - Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone ; And thou , sweet Ankor , art my Helicon : MICHAEL DRAYTON . TO SLEEP . JARE - CHARMER Sleep , son of BY POETS OF THE ...
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第 145 頁 - BRIGHT STAR! would I were steadfast as thou art: Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
第 17 頁 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! 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...
第 16 頁 - 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.
第 73 頁 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
第 71 頁 - 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!
第 139 頁 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
第 40 頁 - I write of youth, of love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness ; I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and amber-greece ; I sing of times trans-shifting ; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white.
第 83 頁 - Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide ; The Form remains, the Function never dies ; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish ; — be it -so ! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour ; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
第 15 頁 - 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...
第 19 頁 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.