Representative Sonnets by American Poets: With an Essay on the Sonnet, Its Nature and History, Including Many Notable Sonnets of Other Literatures, Also Biographical Notes, Indexes, EtcHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 361 страници |
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... once that this lovely little poem has fourteen lines ; that it is written in iambic pentameter , or ten - syllable verse , the accent falling on the second and each alternate syllable . Next it will be noted that the first eight lines ...
... once that this lovely little poem has fourteen lines ; that it is written in iambic pentameter , or ten - syllable verse , the accent falling on the second and each alternate syllable . Next it will be noted that the first eight lines ...
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... once as sweet and as strong and as varied as possible , and that there should be something of a difference discerni- ble in the major and minor portions , as there is in the divisions of music so called , or in the two strains of an air ...
... once as sweet and as strong and as varied as possible , and that there should be something of a difference discerni- ble in the major and minor portions , as there is in the divisions of music so called , or in the two strains of an air ...
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... once read , should be always remembered : - ENAMORED ARCHITECT OF AIRY RHYME . ENAMORED architect of airy rhyme , Build as thou wilt ; heed not what each man says . Good souls , but innocent of dreamers ' ways , Will come , and marvel ...
... once read , should be always remembered : - ENAMORED ARCHITECT OF AIRY RHYME . ENAMORED architect of airy rhyme , Build as thou wilt ; heed not what each man says . Good souls , but innocent of dreamers ' ways , Will come , and marvel ...
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... once sang of me when I was young and fair . " Then as your maidens hear the well - known sound , Though half asleep after the toils of day , Not one but wakes , and , as she goes her way , Blesses your name , with praise immortal ...
... once sang of me when I was young and fair . " Then as your maidens hear the well - known sound , Though half asleep after the toils of day , Not one but wakes , and , as she goes her way , Blesses your name , with praise immortal ...
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... once more re - survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time ; And though they be outstripped by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rhyme , Exceeded by the height of ...
... once more re - survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time ; And though they be outstripped by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rhyme , Exceeded by the height of ...
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BAYARD TAYLOR beauty Behold Born breast breath bright Century CHARLES CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH clouds dark dead dear death deep divine dost doth dream earth EMMA LAZARUS English eternal eyes F. B. SANBORN face fair flowers G. P. Putnam's Sons gaze glow gold golden grace hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HELEN HUNT JACKSON HENRY Houghton hour immortal Italian JAMES JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL kiss land Leigh Hunt life's light lines lips living LONGFELLOW look Love's melody Mifflin mighty morning night o'er octave pain passion Petrarcan Petrarch poems poet poetry rhymes RICHARD HENRY STODDARD sestet shadow shine silence sing skies sleep smile song sonnet soul spirit splendor stars strong summer sweet tears tender thee thine things THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou art thought thrill verse voice volume wandering weary WILLIAM winds wings words write
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Страница 56 - When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present 5 My true account, lest he returning chide; "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Страница 26 - Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain, What exultations trampling on despair, What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong, What passionate outcry of a soul in pain, Uprose this poem of the earth and air, This mediaeval miracle of song!
Страница 219 - Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Страница 52 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
Страница 71 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Страница 64 - 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.
Страница 46 - Having this day, my horse, my hand, my lance, Guided so well that I obtained the prize, Both by the judgment of the English eyes, And of some sent from that sweet enemy, — France...
Страница 58 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued. And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Страница 219 - Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!
Страница 84 - So, gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, And, through the music of the languid hours, They hear, like ocean on a western beach, The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.