The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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Page 56
... o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanèd moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restored , and sorrows end . No longer mourn for me when I am dead , 56 WILLIAM ...
... o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanèd moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restored , and sorrows end . No longer mourn for me when I am dead , 56 WILLIAM ...
Page 60
... o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves , Which erst from heat did canopy the herd , And summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make ...
... o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves , Which erst from heat did canopy the herd , And summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make ...
Page 67
... o'er - sways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days , When rocks impregnable are ...
... o'er - sways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days , When rocks impregnable are ...
Page 70
... O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait , Making dead wood more blessed than living lips . Since saucy jacks so happy are in this , Give them thy fingers , me thy lips to kiss . WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see ...
... O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait , Making dead wood more blessed than living lips . Since saucy jacks so happy are in this , Give them thy fingers , me thy lips to kiss . WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see ...
Page 72
... O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait , Making dead wood more blessed than living lips . Since saucy jacks so happy are in this , Give them thy fingers , me thy lips to kiss . Lo : as a carei ine - Tie The One 72 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE .
... O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait , Making dead wood more blessed than living lips . Since saucy jacks so happy are in this , Give them thy fingers , me thy lips to kiss . Lo : as a carei ine - Tie The One 72 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE .
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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
Popular passages
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...