The Book of the Sonnet, Volumul 1Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee Roberts Brothers, 1867 |
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Pagina xii
... , It cheered mild Spenser , called from Fairy - land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The thing became a trumpet , whence he blew Soul xii INTRODUCTORY LETTER .
... , It cheered mild Spenser , called from Fairy - land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The thing became a trumpet , whence he blew Soul xii INTRODUCTORY LETTER .
Pagina 43
... land of conceits , and was infected by writing in its language . " The rest of the sonnets , however , are not in this strain ; though , considered as love - verses , it is not to be won- dered that the sensuous Italian age considered ...
... land of conceits , and was infected by writing in its language . " The rest of the sonnets , however , are not in this strain ; though , considered as love - verses , it is not to be won- dered that the sensuous Italian age considered ...
Pagina 49
... land , the proposal for such a body corporate would have been received with shouts of laughter . In France , the society would have anticipated the scenes of Wat- teau , the gallantries and effeminacy of the days of the Regent Duke of ...
... land , the proposal for such a body corporate would have been received with shouts of laughter . In France , the society would have anticipated the scenes of Wat- teau , the gallantries and effeminacy of the days of the Regent Duke of ...
Pagina 124
... land of song ! " I cannot but regret , more than in the case of any other American poet , that Stoddard has not cultivated the Sonnet to its utmost limits . There is that in his delicate touch , his rich yet subdued coloring , the ...
... land of song ! " I cannot but regret , more than in the case of any other American poet , that Stoddard has not cultivated the Sonnet to its utmost limits . There is that in his delicate touch , his rich yet subdued coloring , the ...
Pagina 162
... land- scape , the cloud occupying the whole region of the air . We are not sure that we have not extracted this sonnet solely on account of the magnificent second line . Still , the rest is not un- worthy of it . VII . AFFECTION MOST ...
... land- scape , the cloud occupying the whole region of the air . We are not sure that we have not extracted this sonnet solely on account of the magnificent second line . Still , the rest is not un- worthy of it . VII . AFFECTION MOST ...
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Pagina 236 - 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 broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Pagina 235 - Milton! thou should'st 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.
Pagina 179 - LAWRENCE ! of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
Pagina xii - Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp...
Pagina 160 - 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. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pagina 180 - Purification in the 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 veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Pagina 272 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Pagina 263 - 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 Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Pagina 159 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did...
Pagina 175 - 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 worshipped stocks and stones...