Treasury of English Sonnets. Ed. from the Original Sources with Notes and Illustrations |
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... THOMAS HOOD 1798-1845 CCCXXXVI WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF SHAKSPEARE . HOW bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled ! Hues of all flowers that in their ashes lie , Trophied in that fair light whereon they ...
... THOMAS HOOD 1798-1845 CCCXXXVI WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF SHAKSPEARE . HOW bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled ! Hues of all flowers that in their ashes lie , Trophied in that fair light whereon they ...
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... THOMAS HOOD 1798-1845 CCCXXXVIII TO AN ENTHUSIAST . YOUNG ardent soul , graced with fair Nature's truth , Spring warmth of heart , and fervency of mind , And still a large late love of all thy kind , Spite of the world's cold practice ...
... THOMAS HOOD 1798-1845 CCCXXXVIII TO AN ENTHUSIAST . YOUNG ardent soul , graced with fair Nature's truth , Spring warmth of heart , and fervency of mind , And still a large late love of all thy kind , Spite of the world's cold practice ...
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David M. Main (ed). THOMAS HOOD 1798-1845 CCCXXXIX T is not death , that sometime in a sigh IT This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight ; That sometime these bright stars , that now reply In sunlight to the sun , shall set ...
David M. Main (ed). THOMAS HOOD 1798-1845 CCCXXXIX T is not death , that sometime in a sigh IT This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight ; That sometime these bright stars , that now reply In sunlight to the sun , shall set ...
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... THOMAS HOOD 1798-1845 CCCXLII THE HE hand of Death lay heavy on her eyes , - For weeks and weeks her vision had not borne To meet the tenderest light of eve or morn , To see the crescent moonbeam set or rise , Or palest twilight creep ...
... THOMAS HOOD 1798-1845 CCCXLII THE HE hand of Death lay heavy on her eyes , - For weeks and weeks her vision had not borne To meet the tenderest light of eve or morn , To see the crescent moonbeam set or rise , Or palest twilight creep ...
Términos y frases comunes
Barnabe Barnes beauty birds blest Book breath bright Charles Lamb CHARLES TENNYSON clouds dark dead dear death delight divine dost doth dream earth edition EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Sonnets eyes fair fancy fear flowers gentle glory golden grace green Grosart hand happy Hartley Coleridge hath heart heaven Henry honour John JOHN CLARE John Keats John Milton Keats Leigh Hunt light lines live Lord Love's memory Milton mind morn Muse never night o'er passion Poems poet poet's Poetical poetry praise printed rime rose Samuel Daniel says Shakspeare's shine Sidney sight silent sing sleep soft song soul sound Spenser spirit spring star sweet tears tender thee thine things Thomas thou art thought unto verse voice volume William Caldwell Roscoe William Drummond WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings words writing written
Pasajes populares
Página 50 - Love's not Time's Fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Página 211 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Página 125 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Página 34 - 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...
Página 49 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Página 140 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Página 32 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII 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.
Página 28 - 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...
Página 139 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean.
Página 70 - O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.