The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... sweet and stately measures and style of the Italian poesie , as novices newly crept out of the schools of Dante , Ariosto , and Petrarch , they greatly polished our rude and homely manner of vulgar poesie , from that it had been before ...
... sweet and stately measures and style of the Italian poesie , as novices newly crept out of the schools of Dante , Ariosto , and Petrarch , they greatly polished our rude and homely manner of vulgar poesie , from that it had been before ...
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... sweet , under his guise . What webs there he hath wroughte , well he perceiveth : Whereby then with himself on love he plaineth , That spurs with fire , and bridleth eke with ice . In such extremity thus is he broughte : Frozen now ...
... sweet , under his guise . What webs there he hath wroughte , well he perceiveth : Whereby then with himself on love he plaineth , That spurs with fire , and bridleth eke with ice . In such extremity thus is he broughte : Frozen now ...
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... sweet , my mouth is oute of taste , That all my truste and travaile is but waste . LOVE , Fortune , and my minde , which doe remember Eke that is now , and that , that once hath beene , Torment my hearte so sore , that very often I hate ...
... sweet , my mouth is oute of taste , That all my truste and travaile is but waste . LOVE , Fortune , and my minde , which doe remember Eke that is now , and that , that once hath beene , Torment my hearte so sore , that very often I hate ...
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... For my Love's guilt thus faultless bide I pains . Yet from my Love shall not my foot remove : Sweet is his death , that takes his end by love . IN PRAISE OF THE FAIR GERALDINE . FROM Tuscane came HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY. 15 ...
... For my Love's guilt thus faultless bide I pains . Yet from my Love shall not my foot remove : Sweet is his death , that takes his end by love . IN PRAISE OF THE FAIR GERALDINE . FROM Tuscane came HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY. 15 ...
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... , that most may I bewaile ; Ah ! bitter sweet , infecting as the poison , Thou farest as fruit that with the frost is taken : To - day ready ripe , to - morrow all too shaken . A COMPLAINT BY NIGHT . ALAS ! So all things 16 HENRY HOWARD ,
... , that most may I bewaile ; Ah ! bitter sweet , infecting as the poison , Thou farest as fruit that with the frost is taken : To - day ready ripe , to - morrow all too shaken . A COMPLAINT BY NIGHT . ALAS ! So all things 16 HENRY HOWARD ,
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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...