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... The whiles my ' stonished heart stood in amaze , Through sweet illusion of her
looks ' delight , I might perceive how in her glancing sight , Legions of loves with
little wings did fly Darting their deadly arrows fiery bright , At every rash beholder
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... The whiles my ' stonished heart stood in amaze , Through sweet illusion of her
looks ' delight , I might perceive how in her glancing sight , Legions of loves with
little wings did fly Darting their deadly arrows fiery bright , At every rash beholder
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Not marble , nor the gilded monuments Of princes , shall outlive this powerful
rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone ,
besmeared with sluttish time . When wasteful war shall statues overturn , And
broils ...
Not marble , nor the gilded monuments Of princes , shall outlive this powerful
rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone ,
besmeared with sluttish time . When wasteful war shall statues overturn , And
broils ...
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Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can
forbid ? O , none , unless this miracle have might , That in black ink my Love may
still shine bright . WEARINESS . William | TIRED with all these , for ENGLISH ...
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can
forbid ? O , none , unless this miracle have might , That in black ink my Love may
still shine bright . WEARINESS . William | TIRED with all these , for ENGLISH ...
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How neatly do we give one only name To parents ' issue and the sun ' s bright
star ! A son is light and fruit , a fruitful flame Chasing the father ' s dimness ,
carried far From the first man in the east , to fresh and new Western discoveries of
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How neatly do we give one only name To parents ' issue and the sun ' s bright
star ! A son is light and fruit , a fruitful flame Chasing the father ' s dimness ,
carried far From the first man in the east , to fresh and new Western discoveries of
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... and here a morn Of bright carnations did o ' erspread her face ; Here did she
sigh , here first my hopes were born , Here first I got a pledge of promised grace ;
But ah ! what served it to be happy so Sith passèd pleasures double but new woe
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... and here a morn Of bright carnations did o ' erspread her face ; Here did she
sigh , here first my hopes were born , Here first I got a pledge of promised grace ;
But ah ! what served it to be happy so Sith passèd pleasures double but new woe
...
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Seite 31 - 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.
Seite 29 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 48 - 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 express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 102 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity . The gentleness of heaven is on the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with His eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Seite 55 - 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...
Seite 35 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Seite 42 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Seite 26 - 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...
Seite 210 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Seite 3 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes...