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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... Songs of the Future ( P ) BAUDER , LEVI F. * Wait ( P ) BAYLIS , SAMUEL M. Our Birthright ( P ) . · · BEERS , HENRY AUGUSTIN . Waiting for Winter ( P ) The Singer of One Song ( P ) BENHAM , IDA WHIPPLE . The Scarlet Pimpernell ( P ) ...
... Songs of the Future ( P ) BAUDER , LEVI F. * Wait ( P ) BAYLIS , SAMUEL M. Our Birthright ( P ) . · · BEERS , HENRY AUGUSTIN . Waiting for Winter ( P ) The Singer of One Song ( P ) BENHAM , IDA WHIPPLE . The Scarlet Pimpernell ( P ) ...
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... Songs in Many Keys " ( Proem ) ( I ) The Dead Singer ( Longfellow ) ( P ) Joseph Warren , M. D. ( P ) Harvard ( " Veritas " ) ( P ) HOUGHTON , GEORGE W. W. Columbus ( P ) HOWELLS , WINIFRED . Past ( I ) . • · HUMPHREYS , COLONEL DAVID ...
... Songs in Many Keys " ( Proem ) ( I ) The Dead Singer ( Longfellow ) ( P ) Joseph Warren , M. D. ( P ) Harvard ( " Veritas " ) ( P ) HOUGHTON , GEORGE W. W. Columbus ( P ) HOWELLS , WINIFRED . Past ( I ) . • · HUMPHREYS , COLONEL DAVID ...
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... song , — have all left their impress on literature . But for preserving its own form and spirit , and retaining its popularity with readers and writers of to - day , the staunch - built little sonnet outsails all the literary craft of ...
... song , — have all left their impress on literature . But for preserving its own form and spirit , and retaining its popularity with readers and writers of to - day , the staunch - built little sonnet outsails all the literary craft of ...
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... song , sentimental , witty , or amorous , trolled by dusky Neapolitans or Florentines for the amusement of themselves , or their loves or lovers . It is this ancient relic of melody , recalling by its chiming rhymes the throb of its old ...
... song , sentimental , witty , or amorous , trolled by dusky Neapolitans or Florentines for the amusement of themselves , or their loves or lovers . It is this ancient relic of melody , recalling by its chiming rhymes the throb of its old ...
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... song and an echo . That is what its structure especially suits , though beau- tiful poems are written in its lines without show- ing but one side to the thought , merely direct delineation of idea . A great many of the finest sonnets ...
... song and an echo . That is what its structure especially suits , though beau- tiful poems are written in its lines without show- ing but one side to the thought , merely direct delineation of idea . A great many of the finest sonnets ...
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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.