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... , or at large , alive whereso I dwell , Sick or in health , in evil fame or good ; Hers will I be , and only with this thought Content myself , although my chance be nought . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . THE Soote season 2.
... , or at large , alive whereso I dwell , Sick or in health , in evil fame or good ; Hers will I be , and only with this thought Content myself , although my chance be nought . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . THE Soote season 2.
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... thoughts , which do in ruin end ? If that be sin , which doth the manners frame , Well staid with truth in word and faith of deed , Ready of wit , and fearing nought but shame ; If that be sin , which in fix'd hearts doth breed A ...
... thoughts , which do in ruin end ? If that be sin , which doth the manners frame , Well staid with truth in word and faith of deed , Ready of wit , and fearing nought but shame ; If that be sin , which in fix'd hearts doth breed A ...
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... : But one worse fault , ambition , I confess , That makes me oft my best friends overpass , Unseen , unheard , while thought to highest place Bends all his power , even unto Stella's grace . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . WITH how sad steps , O 5.
... : But one worse fault , ambition , I confess , That makes me oft my best friends overpass , Unseen , unheard , while thought to highest place Bends all his power , even unto Stella's grace . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . WITH how sad steps , O 5.
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... thought Upon a wretch that long thy grace hath sought ; Weigh then , how I by thee am overthrown : And then , think thus , although thy beauty be Made manifest by such a victory , Yet noble conquerors do wrecks avoid : Since then thou ...
... thought Upon a wretch that long thy grace hath sought ; Weigh then , how I by thee am overthrown : And then , think thus , although thy beauty be Made manifest by such a victory , Yet noble conquerors do wrecks avoid : Since then thou ...
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... thought my sorrow shall augment , That my own folly did procure my pain , Then shall I say , to give myself content , Obedience only made me love in vain : It was your will , and not my want of wit ; I have the pain , bear you the blame ...
... thought my sorrow shall augment , That my own folly did procure my pain , Then shall I say , to give myself content , Obedience only made me love in vain : It was your will , and not my want of wit ; I have the pain , bear you the blame ...
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ANNA SEWARD beams beauty behold birds bliss bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds CYRIACK SKINNER dark dear death delight dost EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair faith fame flowers grace green grief grove happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE HENRY KIRKE WHITE honour hope JOHN BAMPFYLDE JOHN MILTON light live looks lov'd love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mirth morn mourn Muse never night o'er pale peace Poems praise pride publick rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shine shore sigh sight silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sith sleep smiles songs Sonnet by William sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears thee thine THOMAS EDWARDS THOMAS WARTON thou art thou hast thou shalt thought truth verse virtue vols waste weep WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
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Page 201 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 192 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 70 - THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 69 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 33 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...
Page 205 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 197 - ONCE did she hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea.
Page 61 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Page 57 - 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 possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 81 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.