The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... birds they have the tune and note ; And I alwaies plaintes passing through my throat . CHARGING HIS LADYE AS UNPITEOUS . IF amorous faith , B 5 SIR THOMAS WIAT . y A LOVER PRAYETH HIS OFFERED HEART TO BE RECEIVED. ...
... birds they have the tune and note ; And I alwaies plaintes passing through my throat . CHARGING HIS LADYE AS UNPITEOUS . IF amorous faith , B 5 SIR THOMAS WIAT . y A LOVER PRAYETH HIS OFFERED HEART TO BE RECEIVED. ...
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... birds charm , and that sweet air which is Morn's messenger , with rose - enamelled skies , Calls each wight to salute the flower of bliss ; In tomb of lids then buried are mine eyes . Forced by their lord , who is ashamed to find Such ...
... birds charm , and that sweet air which is Morn's messenger , with rose - enamelled skies , Calls each wight to salute the flower of bliss ; In tomb of lids then buried are mine eyes . Forced by their lord , who is ashamed to find Such ...
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... birds resounded Their anthems sweet , devized of love's praise , That all the woods their echoes back rebounded , As if they knew the meaning of their lays : But ' mongst them all , which did Love's honour raise , No word was heard of ...
... birds resounded Their anthems sweet , devized of love's praise , That all the woods their echoes back rebounded , As if they knew the meaning of their lays : But ' mongst them all , which did Love's honour raise , No word was heard of ...
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... bird that sits on spray , And beast that to his den was fled , every Come forth afresh out of their late dismay , And to the light lift up their drooping head ; So my storm - beaten heart likewise is cheared With that sunshine , when ...
... bird that sits on spray , And beast that to his den was fled , every Come forth afresh out of their late dismay , And to the light lift up their drooping head ; So my storm - beaten heart likewise is cheared With that sunshine , when ...
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... bird feels no captivity Within her cage , but sings and feeds her fill . There pride dare not approach , nor discord spill The league ' twixt them , that loyal love hath bound , But simple truth and mutual goodwill Seeks with sweet ...
... bird feels no captivity Within her cage , but sings and feeds her fill . There pride dare not approach , nor discord spill The league ' twixt them , that loyal love hath bound , But simple truth and mutual goodwill Seeks with sweet ...
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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...