The Sonnets of John MiltonK. Paul,Trench, & Company, 1883 - 227 עמודים |
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Amor bloomy canzone Carm colle aspro Cromwell cuckoo Cyriac Skinner Cyriack Dante Darwen Defensio Diodati Donna leggiadra doth edition of 1673 Emathian England English epithet eyes fair Fairfax feeling foreign form belong form of poem fourteen lines George Gascoigne Goupil & Cie graces Greek hast hearer heart heaven Henry honour Italian jolly Kings language Latin licence Lord Love's Mark Pattison Masson ment metrical Milton Milton's sonnets mood nightingale noble o'er occhi pamphlet Parliament Petrarch Petrarchian poet poetical poetry prefixed Presbyterian quatrains recognised rimes royalist rules Rump Parliament sense sestet Shakspeare's sonnets siege of Colchester sing song Sonnet 12 SONNET 21 Sonnet 9 soul spray stanza Surrey tercets Tetrachordon thee Thomas Magister thou thought tion tongue Translated by Cowper Translated by Langhorne Translated by Strutt twenty-four sonnets Vane verse virtue Vita Westminster Assembly words write written young youth
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עמוד 219 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
עמוד 167 - Phoebus' quire, That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story. Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Than his Casella, whom he wooed to sing, Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.
עמוד 211 - Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise. XXI. [TO CYRIACK SKINNER.] CYRIACK, whose grandsire on the royal bench Of British Themis, with no mean applause, Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws: Which others at their bar so often wrench...
עמוד 197 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...
עמוד 95 - 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.
עמוד 95 - Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even 10 To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
עמוד 203 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
עמוד 171 - WHEN faith and love, which parted from thee never, Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load Of death, called life ; which us from life doth sever...
עמוד 83 - 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.
עמוד 77 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument. For whilst to th...