English sonnets by living writers selected and arranged, with a note on the history of the 'sonnet' by S. WaddingtonSamuel Waddington 1881 |
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Expressions et termes fréquents
ALCYONE ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE AUBREY DE Vere autumn beauty beneath bird bloom breath CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Coleridge crown DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dark dead Death delight Didst dost doth dread dream earth EDWARD DOWDEN ENGLISH SONNETS eyes fair feet flowers FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE gaze golden Gosse Guittone Guittonian hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven hills hour Italian poets JOHN JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS life's light lines live lonely Lord love's MATTHEW ARNOLD mirth mountain murmur night o'er pain Petrarch PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON PHOEBUS poem poetry rhymes RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH round saith sestet shade shadow Shakspeare sighs sight silence sing SIR NOEL PATON sleep song soul spirit star stream sweet SWINBURNE thee thine things thou art thought trees truth voice weary weep WILLIAM BELL SCOTT Willowwood wilt wind wings worship written youth
Fréquemment cités
Page 71 - WHEN vain desire at last and vain regret Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain, What shall assuage the unforgotten pain And teach the unforgetful to forget ? Shall Peace be still a sunk stream long unmet, — Or may the soul at once in a green plain Stoop through the spray of some sweet life-fountain And cull the dew-drenched flowering amulet ? Ah...
Page 16 - ONE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one, Though the loud world proclaim their enmity — Of toil unsevered from tranquillity ! Of labour, that in lasting fruit outgrows Far noisier schemes, accomplished in repose, Too great for haste, too high for rivalry...
Page 131 - COUNT each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee. Do thou With courtesy receive him : rise and bow : And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave, Then lay before him all thou hast. Allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow, Or mar thy hospitality, no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate Thy soul's marmoreal calmness.
Page 162 - So gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, And through the music of the languid hours, They hear like ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.
Page 31 - O EARTH, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. She hath no questions, she hath no replies, Hushed in and curtained with a blessed dearth Of all that irked her from the hour of birth; With stillness that is almost Paradise.
Page 153 - SAD is our youth, for It is ever going, Crumbling away beneath our very feet: Sad is our life, for onward it Is flowing In current unperceived, because so fleet: Sad are our hopes, for they were sweet in sowing, But tares, self-sown, have overtopped the wheat: Sad are our joys, for they were sweet in blowing — And still, oh still, their dying breath is sweet.
Page 7 - THEY rose to where their sovran eagle sails, They kept their faith, their freedom, on the height, Chaste, frugal, savage, arm'd by day and night Against the Turk; whose inroad nowhere scales Their headlong passes, but his footstep fails, And red with blood the Crescent reels from fight Before their dauntless hundreds, in prone fight By thousands down the crags and thro
Page 116 - THE STREET. THEY pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds, Dim ghosts of men, that hover to and fro, Hugging their bodies round them like thin shrouds Wherein their souls were buried long ago : They trampled on their youth, and faith, and love, They cast their hope of human-kind away, With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove...
Page 57 - Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through his windows seen In Spitalfields, look'd thrice dispirited; I met a preacher there I knew, and said : " 1ll and o'erworked, how fare you in this scene ? " " Bravely! " said he; " for I of late have been Much cheer'd with thoughts of Christ, the living bread.
Page 54 - Shakespeare OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the foil'd searching of mortality; And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-school'd, self-scann'd, self-honour'd, self-secure, Didst tread on earth unguess'd at.