A treasury of English sonnets, ed. with notes by D.M. MainDavid M. Main 1880 |
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... HARTLEY Coleridge 1796-1849 HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 WHIT CCCXIX HITHER is gone the wisdom V English Sonnets 161.
... HARTLEY Coleridge 1796-1849 HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 WHIT CCCXIX HITHER is gone the wisdom V English Sonnets 161.
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David M. Main. HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 WHIT CCCXIX HITHER is gone the wisdom and the power That ancient sages scattered with the notes Of thought - suggesting lyres ? The music floats In the void air ; even at this breathing hour ...
David M. Main. HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 WHIT CCCXIX HITHER is gone the wisdom and the power That ancient sages scattered with the notes Of thought - suggesting lyres ? The music floats In the void air ; even at this breathing hour ...
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... HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 CCCXXII NOVEMBER . HE mellow year is hasting to its close ; THE The little birds have almost sung their last , Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast- That shrill - piped harbinger of early snows ; The ...
... HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 CCCXXII NOVEMBER . HE mellow year is hasting to its close ; THE The little birds have almost sung their last , Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast- That shrill - piped harbinger of early snows ; The ...
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David M. Main. HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 CCCXXIII NIGHT . THE crackling embers on the hearth are dead ; The indoor note of industry is still ; The latch is fast ; upon the window - sill The small birds wait not for their daily bread ...
David M. Main. HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 CCCXXIII NIGHT . THE crackling embers on the hearth are dead ; The indoor note of industry is still ; The latch is fast ; upon the window - sill The small birds wait not for their daily bread ...
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... HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 CCCXXVI TO A LOFTY BEAUTY FROM HER POOR KINSMAN . FAIR maid , had I not heard thy baby cries , Nor seen thy girlish , sweet vicissitude , Thy mazy motions , striving to elude , Yet wooing still a parent's ...
... HARTLEY COLERIDGE 1796-1849 CCCXXVI TO A LOFTY BEAUTY FROM HER POOR KINSMAN . FAIR maid , had I not heard thy baby cries , Nor seen thy girlish , sweet vicissitude , Thy mazy motions , striving to elude , Yet wooing still a parent's ...
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Barnabe Barnes beauty birds blest 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 grace green Grosart hand happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath heart heaven Henry honour John JOHN CLARE John Keats John Milton Keats Leigh Hunt light live Lord Love's memory Milton mind morning 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 sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring stars summer 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 write written youth
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Page 40 - 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.
Page 115 - 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.
Page 24 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! 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 22 - 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 34 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces , Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
Page 39 - 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.
Page 96 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 130 - 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!
Page 21 - 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 143 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...