The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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... winds oft their high boughs do blast ; Hot sighs in me continually be shed : Wild beasts in them , fierce love in me is fed ; Unmovable am I , and they stedfast . Of singing birds they have the tune and note ; And I alwaies plaintes ...
... winds oft their high boughs do blast ; Hot sighs in me continually be shed : Wild beasts in them , fierce love in me is fed ; Unmovable am I , and they stedfast . Of singing birds they have the tune and note ; And I alwaies plaintes ...
Page 28
... winds , with beauty so divine Ravished , stayed not , till in her golden hair They did themselves ( O sweetest prison ! ) twine . And fain those Æol's youth there would their stay Have made ; but , forced by nature still to fly , First ...
... winds , with beauty so divine Ravished , stayed not , till in her golden hair They did themselves ( O sweetest prison ! ) twine . And fain those Æol's youth there would their stay Have made ; but , forced by nature still to fly , First ...
Page 60
... winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimmed ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or ...
... winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimmed ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or ...
Page 97
... wind . " Truly did she deserve the warm and virtuous heart that celebrated her under that title . But , as " The Wife , " his devoted affection to her is still more beautiful ; he truly experienced that " The treasures of the deep are ...
... wind . " Truly did she deserve the warm and virtuous heart that celebrated her under that title . But , as " The Wife , " his devoted affection to her is still more beautiful ; he truly experienced that " The treasures of the deep are ...
Page 99
... wind , whose breathing gently blows Purple to the violet , blushes to the rose , Did never yield an odour such as this : Why are you then so thrifty of a kisse , Authorized even by custome ? Why doth feare So tremble on your lip , my ...
... wind , whose breathing gently blows Purple to the violet , blushes to the rose , Did never yield an odour such as this : Why are you then so thrifty of a kisse , Authorized even by custome ? Why doth feare So tremble on your lip , my ...
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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...