The Book of the Sonnet, Volumul 1Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee Roberts Brothers, 1867 |
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Pagina 13
... look into this book will be no " scorners " of sonnets ; perhaps none of them will ; but should such a person be among them , the fol- lowing summary of the conditions requisite to a perfect sonnet may show him what he has undertaken to ...
... look into this book will be no " scorners " of sonnets ; perhaps none of them will ; but should such a person be among them , the fol- lowing summary of the conditions requisite to a perfect sonnet may show him what he has undertaken to ...
Pagina 20
... look into secrets so great ; for there was a baneful side of the star , the influence of which it was desirable to arrest , till it could be neutralized by less superstitious times . As to the conceits which Petrarca is accused of min ...
... look into secrets so great ; for there was a baneful side of the star , the influence of which it was desirable to arrest , till it could be neutralized by less superstitious times . As to the conceits which Petrarca is accused of min ...
Pagina 25
... look at it again vide tamen adhuc . " Sometimes he notes the town where he happens to be - 1364 , Veneris Mane , 19 Jan. dum invitus Patavii ferior ! It might seem rather a curious than useful # " ' Friday Morning . — While idling ...
... look at it again vide tamen adhuc . " Sometimes he notes the town where he happens to be - 1364 , Veneris Mane , 19 Jan. dum invitus Patavii ferior ! It might seem rather a curious than useful # " ' Friday Morning . — While idling ...
Pagina 36
... look of inconsistency between the delight of the poet's torments and their unequalled wretchedness . Mu- ratori , as he observes , has no fault to find with it , except that it is hardly proper in a lover , under any circum- stances ...
... look of inconsistency between the delight of the poet's torments and their unequalled wretchedness . Mu- ratori , as he observes , has no fault to find with it , except that it is hardly proper in a lover , under any circum- stances ...
Pagina 43
... look of antiquity . An accomplished Italian gentleman told me that they were not free from an ad- mixture of the styles of different ages ; and Milton in- forms us in a Canzone that the young gentlemen and ladies who read them rallied ...
... look of antiquity . An accomplished Italian gentleman told me that they were not free from an ad- mixture of the styles of different ages ; and Milton in- forms us in a Canzone that the young gentlemen and ladies who read them rallied ...
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Anna Seward Arezzo beauty birds bloom breath bright brow calm CHARLES LAMB charm clouds Dante dark dear death deep delight divine doth dreams earth ENGLISH SONNETS eyes Faerie Queene fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle glory glow golden grace happy hath heart heaven hills hope hour Italian Italian language Italian poetry Italy lady LEIGH HUNT light live lone look melody mind morn mournful murmur muse nature neath never night o'er pale passion Petrarca poems poet poetical poetry quatrains rhymes rills SARAH JOSEPHA HALE seems Shakespeare shine sighs silent sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit spring star strange streams sunny sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Warton thou art thought twilight Varchi Veronica Gambara verse voice wandering waves weary wild winds wings words Wordsworth
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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...