The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. WoodfordA Montagu Woodford 1841 |
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Strana 9
... 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 passing through my throat . CHARGING HIS LADYE AS UNPITEOUS . IF amorous faith ...
... 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 passing through my throat . CHARGING HIS LADYE AS UNPITEOUS . IF amorous faith ...
Strana 11
... wild for to hold , though I seem tame . ' HOPE UNSATISFIED IS A PROLONGED DEATH . I ABIDE , and abide ; and better abide , After the olde proverbe the happy day . And ever my Ladye to me doth say , ' Let me alone , and I will provide ...
... wild for to hold , though I seem tame . ' HOPE UNSATISFIED IS A PROLONGED DEATH . I ABIDE , and abide ; and better abide , After the olde proverbe the happy day . And ever my Ladye to me doth say , ' Let me alone , and I will provide ...
Strana 16
... Wild Camber's cliffes , did give her liveley heat . Fostered she was with milk of Irish breaste ; Her sire an Earl ; her dame of Prince's blood . From tender years , in Britaine did she rest With Kinges childe ; where she tasted costly ...
... Wild Camber's cliffes , did give her liveley heat . Fostered she was with milk of Irish breaste ; Her sire an Earl ; her dame of Prince's blood . From tender years , in Britaine did she rest With Kinges childe ; where she tasted costly ...
Strana 49
... wild So goodly wone , with her own will beguiled . FRESH Spring , the herald of love's mighty king , In whose coat - armour richly are displaid All sorts of flowres the which on earth do spring , In goodly colours gloriously arrayed ...
... wild So goodly wone , with her own will beguiled . FRESH Spring , the herald of love's mighty king , In whose coat - armour richly are displaid All sorts of flowres the which on earth do spring , In goodly colours gloriously arrayed ...
Strana 62
... wild music burdens every bough , And sweets grown common lose their dear delight . Therefore , like her , I sometimes hold my tongue , Because I would not dull you with my song . SOME glory in their birth , some in their skill , Some in ...
... wild music burdens every bough , And sweets grown common lose their dear delight . Therefore , like her , I sometimes hold my tongue , Because I would not dull you with my song . SOME glory in their birth , some in their skill , Some in ...
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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...