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... rest him in some shady place With panting hounds beguilèd of their prey ; - So , after long pursuit and vain assay , When I all weary had the chase forsook , The gentle deer returned the self - same way Thinking to quench her thirst at ...
... rest him in some shady place With panting hounds beguilèd of their prey ; - So , after long pursuit and vain assay , When I all weary had the chase forsook , The gentle deer returned the self - same way Thinking to quench her thirst at ...
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... rest defeat , To play the watchman ever for thy sake : For thee watch I , whilst thou dost wake elsewhere , From me far off , with others all too near . WILLIAM SHAKE- SPEARE . 1564-1616 . THE RAVAGES OF TIME 36 ENGLISH SONNETS .
... rest defeat , To play the watchman ever for thy sake : For thee watch I , whilst thou dost wake elsewhere , From me far off , with others all too near . WILLIAM SHAKE- SPEARE . 1564-1616 . THE RAVAGES OF TIME 36 ENGLISH SONNETS .
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... rest . In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire , That on the ashes of his youth doth lie , As the death - bed whereon it must expire , Consumed with that which it was nourished by . This thou perceiv'st , which makes thy love more ...
... rest . In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire , That on the ashes of his youth doth lie , As the death - bed whereon it must expire , Consumed with that which it was nourished by . This thou perceiv'st , which makes thy love more ...
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... rest : But these particulars are not my measure ; All these I better in one general best . Thy love is better than high birth to me , Richer than wealth , prouder than garments ' cost , Of more delight than hawks or horses be ; And ...
... rest : But these particulars are not my measure ; All these I better in one general best . Thy love is better than high birth to me , Richer than wealth , prouder than garments ' cost , Of more delight than hawks or horses be ; And ...
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... rest and sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow : And soonest our best men with thee do go , Rest of their bones , and soul's delivery . Thou'rt slave to fate , chance , kings , and ...
... rest and sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow : And soonest our best men with thee do go , Rest of their bones , and soul's delivery . Thou'rt slave to fate , chance , kings , and ...
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beauty behold bird breath bright charm cheerful Cornhill Crown 8vo dark DAVID GRAY dear death delight divine dost doth dream earth Edition EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eyes fair Faith fame fancy fear feel flowers friends grace happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE hope JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON JULIAN FANE Lady language light live London look Lord love thee Love's master MICHAEL DRAYTON mind Mistress morn Muse never night o'er passion Paternoster Row Petrarch pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise pray Price reader SAMUEL DANIEL Shakespeare shine sight sing sleep song sorrow soul SPEARE spirit story SURREY sweet tears thine things thou art thought touches verse voice volume weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKE WILLIAM WORDS Wordsworth WORTH written youth
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Page 31 - 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 29 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 48 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 102 - 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 is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 55 - 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...
Page 35 - 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 42 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Page 26 - 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 210 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Page 3 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes...