Sonnets of this CenturyWilliam Sharp W. Scott, 1886 - 333 pagina's |
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Pagina 40
... breast Swells out in rapture's gushing symphonies ; And then , against her brown wing softly prest , The wind comes playing , an enraptured guest ; This way and that she swings - till gusts arise More boisterous in their play , then off ...
... breast Swells out in rapture's gushing symphonies ; And then , against her brown wing softly prest , The wind comes playing , an enraptured guest ; This way and that she swings - till gusts arise More boisterous in their play , then off ...
Pagina 42
... the past : Thou comest , O Almighty , King of kings , And stillest all the tumult of the years , And tak'st each babbler to thy breast at last . XLIII . THE BIRTH OF SPEECH . WHAT was't awakened 42 HERBERT E. CLARKE .
... the past : Thou comest , O Almighty , King of kings , And stillest all the tumult of the years , And tak'st each babbler to thy breast at last . XLIII . THE BIRTH OF SPEECH . WHAT was't awakened 42 HERBERT E. CLARKE .
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... breast of Childhood : instincts fresh from God Inspire it , ere the heart beneath the rod Of grief hath bled , or caught the plague of sin . How mighty was that fervour which could win Its way to infant souls and was the sod Of ...
... breast of Childhood : instincts fresh from God Inspire it , ere the heart beneath the rod Of grief hath bled , or caught the plague of sin . How mighty was that fervour which could win Its way to infant souls and was the sod Of ...
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... breast his dwelling - place . An awful night abideth with the pure , And theirs the only wisdom from above . She seems to listen to some strain obscure Of music in sidereal regions wove Or to await some more transcendent dower From ...
... breast his dwelling - place . An awful night abideth with the pure , And theirs the only wisdom from above . She seems to listen to some strain obscure Of music in sidereal regions wove Or to await some more transcendent dower From ...
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... breast-- The soul alone to Nature be untrue , And still of what she hath not go in quest ? Just now ye spake . Ah , speak those words anew , ' Wait , weary heart ; soon thou shalt also rest . ' LXXVI . FOUNTAINS ABBEY . ABBEY ! for ever ...
... breast-- The soul alone to Nature be untrue , And still of what she hath not go in quest ? Just now ye spake . Ah , speak those words anew , ' Wait , weary heart ; soon thou shalt also rest . ' LXXVI . FOUNTAINS ABBEY . ABBEY ! for ever ...
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Sonnets of this Century: Edited and Arranged with a Critical Introduction on ... William Sharp Volledige weergave - 1887 |
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Alcyone Art thou Aubrey De Vere beauty beneath bird blind breast breath bright brow calm cloud cold couplet Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth English sonnet eternal eyes fair fate fatiguing physical fear flowers gaze gleam gloom glory golden grave Hall Caine hand Hartley Coleridge hath hear heart heaven Helen's Tower hill hope immortal Italian Leigh Hunt life's light lines lips living lone love thee love's melody mighty Milton moon mould murmur nature night o'er octave Ozymandias Petrarcan Poems poet poetic poetry pure quatrains rhyme-sounds rhymes Rossetti round seems sestet shadow Shakespeare Shakespearian shore sigh silence sing sleep smile soft song soul sound stars stream strive sweet tercets Theodore Watts thine things thou art thought verse voice volume wave weary wild wind wings Wordsworth writers
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Pagina lvi - Since there's no help. 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: 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.
Pagina 114 - 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...
Pagina 119 - 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...
Pagina 202 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: " My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Pagina 264 - 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...
Pagina 292 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Pagina 256 - 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...
Pagina lviii - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, — and prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
Pagina 34 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Pagina 260 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...