English SonnetsSir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch Chapman and Hall, ld., 1897 - 223 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 16 筆
第 11 頁
... hope I well that , when this storm is past , C My Helice , the lodestar of my life , Will shine again , and look on me at last , d With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief . ɖ Till then I wander careful , comfortless , In secret ...
... hope I well that , when this storm is past , C My Helice , the lodestar of my life , Will shine again , and look on me at last , d With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief . ɖ Till then I wander careful , comfortless , In secret ...
第 46 頁
... hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possess'd , Desiring this man's art and that man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising , Haply I think on thee , and then my ...
... hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possess'd , Desiring this man's art and that man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising , Haply I think on thee , and then my ...
第 51 頁
... 'd pride . Blessed are you , whose worthiness gives scope , Being had , to triumph , being lack'd , to hope . SWEET love , renew thy force ; be it not 51 William Shakespeare So am I as the rich, whose blessed key ...
... 'd pride . Blessed are you , whose worthiness gives scope , Being had , to triumph , being lack'd , to hope . SWEET love , renew thy force ; be it not 51 William Shakespeare So am I as the rich, whose blessed key ...
第 54 頁
... rarities of Nature's truth , And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow ; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand , Praising thy worth , despite his cruel hand . WHEN I have seen by Time's fell hand de- faced 54 William Shakespeare.
... rarities of Nature's truth , And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow ; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand , Praising thy worth , despite his cruel hand . WHEN I have seen by Time's fell hand de- faced 54 William Shakespeare.
第 62 頁
... hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee , And , thou away , the very birds are mute ; Or , if they sing , ' tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near . FROM you ...
... hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee , And , thou away , the very birds are mute ; Or , if they sing , ' tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near . FROM you ...
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angels beauty behold birds bliss breath bright Bryan Waller Procter Capel Lofft Charles Lamb cheerful clouds couplet dark dead dear death delight didst dost doth dream Earl earth Edmund Spenser English eternal eyes fair fame feel flowers friends grace green grief hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour immortal John Milton Keats light lines live look Lord love thee love's Mark Pattison Michael Drayton mighty Milton morning mourn Muse never night o'er octave pensive Petrarcan Petrarch pleasure poet praise quatrains queen rest rhyme Saint Samuel Daniel Samuel Laman Blanchard sestet shade Shakespeare shalt shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smiles soft song sonnet sorrow soul sound spring star summer sweet tears tercets thine things Thomas Warton thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany verse voice weep whenas William William Wordsworth winds wings Wordsworth youth
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第 67 頁 - 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.
第 203 頁 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
第 134 頁 - In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
第 51 頁 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
第 106 頁 - ... clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
第 47 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 107 頁 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
第 146 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 66 頁 - 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...
第 38 頁 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.