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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... shine ; Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine , The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb . From the confessionals I hear arise Rehearsals of forgotten tragedies , And lamentations from the crypts below , And then a voice ...
... shine ; Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine , The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb . From the confessionals I hear arise Rehearsals of forgotten tragedies , And lamentations from the crypts below , And then a voice ...
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... shine With all triumphant splendor on my brow ; But out ! alack ! he was but one hour mine The region cloud hath masked him from me now . Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun ...
... shine With all triumphant splendor on my brow ; But out ! alack ! he was but one hour mine The region cloud hath masked him from me now . Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun ...
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... shine by the side of the " Sonnets from the Portuguese . ' The " Helen's Tower " is graceful complimentary and occasional verse , but would not be quoted save for . its personal interest . Any one , however , who stud- ies Browning's ...
... shine by the side of the " Sonnets from the Portuguese . ' The " Helen's Tower " is graceful complimentary and occasional verse , but would not be quoted save for . its personal interest . Any one , however , who stud- ies Browning's ...
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... shine clear , The while my rhymes are murmuring in your ear A restless lore like that the billows teach ; For on these sonnet - waves my soul would reach From its own depths , and rest within you , dear , As , through the billowy voices ...
... shine clear , The while my rhymes are murmuring in your ear A restless lore like that the billows teach ; For on these sonnet - waves my soul would reach From its own depths , and rest within you , dear , As , through the billowy voices ...
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... shine golden down the west ? I seem to clasp her still , — still on my breast Her bosom beats , - I see the blue eyes beam : - - I think she kiss'd these lips , for now they seem Scarce mine , so hallow'd of the lips they pressed ! Yon ...
... shine golden down the west ? I seem to clasp her still , — still on my breast Her bosom beats , - I see the blue eyes beam : - - I think she kiss'd these lips , for now they seem Scarce mine , so hallow'd of the lips they pressed ! Yon ...
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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.