The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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Strana 3
... unto the guise Of one stricken with dinte of lightning , Blinde with the stroke , and crying here and there ; So calle I for helpe , I note when nor where , The paine of my falle patiently bearing ; For straighte after the blaze , as is ...
... unto the guise Of one stricken with dinte of lightning , Blinde with the stroke , and crying here and there ; So calle I for helpe , I note when nor where , The paine of my falle patiently bearing ; For straighte after the blaze , as is ...
Strana 8
... unto his fountaine , And where he rose the sun shall take lodging , Ere I in this find peace or quietness ; Or that love , or my Ladye , right wisely , Leave to conspire against me wrongfully . And if I have after such bitterness , One ...
... unto his fountaine , And where he rose the sun shall take lodging , Ere I in this find peace or quietness ; Or that love , or my Ladye , right wisely , Leave to conspire against me wrongfully . And if I have after such bitterness , One ...
Strana 9
... unto us twain , And yours the loss , and mine the deadly paine . A LOVER'S LIFE COMPARED TO THE ALPS . LIKE unto these unmeasureable mountaines So is my painful life , the burden of ire ; For high be they , and high is my desire ; And I ...
... unto us twain , And yours the loss , and mine the deadly paine . A LOVER'S LIFE COMPARED TO THE ALPS . LIKE unto these unmeasureable mountaines So is my painful life , the burden of ire ; For high be they , and high is my desire ; And I ...
Strana 24
... unto Stella's grace . HAVING this day my horse , my hand , my lance , Guided so well , that I obtain'd the prize , Both by the judgement of the English eyes , And of some sent from that sweet enemy , France ; Horsemen , my skill in ...
... unto Stella's grace . HAVING this day my horse , my hand , my lance , Guided so well , that I obtain'd the prize , Both by the judgement of the English eyes , And of some sent from that sweet enemy , France ; Horsemen , my skill in ...
Strana 35
... unto the Maker near ; No eyes but joys , in which all powers conspire , That to the world nought else be counted dear : Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest Shoot out his darts to base affection's wound ? But angels come ...
... unto the Maker near ; No eyes but joys , in which all powers conspire , That to the world nought else be counted dear : Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest Shoot out his darts to base affection's wound ? But angels come ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...