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A Treasury of English Sonnets, Ed. with Notes by D.M. Main
David M Main
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Barnabe Barnes beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed blest breath bright Charles Cowden Clarke Charles Lamb clouds Coleridge dark dead dear death delight divine dost doth dream Drummond earth edition English poetry English Sonnets eternal eyes fair fancy fear flowers gentle glory golden grace Grosart hand happy Hartley Coleridge hath heart heaven Henry Reed honour John John Keats Keats Leigh Hunt light lines live Lord Love's memory Milton mind morning Muse Nature never night o'er passion Petrarch Poems poet poet's Poetical poetry praise printed River Duddon rose Samuel Daniel says seems shadow Shakspeare Shakspeare's shine sight silent sing sleep soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring star sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought unto verse voice volume William William Wordsworth wind wings words Wordsworth writing written
Página 50 - 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.
Página 125 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Página 34 - 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...
Página 32 - 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.
Página 44 - 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...
Página 49 - 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.
Página 106 - 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...
Página 140 - 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!
Página 28 - 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...