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english/smithcha/Z300488960 | 300,758 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET XLVII. TO FANCY. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Thee, Queen of Shadows! -- shall I still invoke,
Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
When on mine eyes the early radiance broke
Which showed the beauteous rather than the true!
Alas! long since those glowing tints are dead,
And now 'this thine in darkest hues to dress
The spot where pale Experie... |
c20-english/fa0201/Z200608704 | 630,035 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Armitage, Simon, 1963- | 1,963 | Look, Stranger | 1,993 | 14 | null | Skimmed into the sea of the century | null | Sonnet | 1950-2000 | Skimmed into the sea of the century
you went well but fell short of the far shore.
Now we see it in terms of that journey,
the stone skipping over the waves of war.
Where it sank it bedded down and formed:
sandbar, reef, atoll. Now it's and island;
boats set out from it in treacherous storms,
telescopes strain to pick... |
modern/car2902/Z300134394 | 33,394 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | De Quincey in Glasgow (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | Twelve thousand drops of laudanum a day | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Twelve thousand drops of laudanum a day
kept him from shrieking. Wrapped in a duffle
buttoned to the neck, he made his shuffle,
door, table, window, table, door, bed, lay
on bed, sighed, groaned, jumped from bed, sat and wrote
till the table was white with pages, rang
for his landlady, ordered mutton, sang
to himself w... |
english/downmanh/Z400341499 | 286,432 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | SONNET II. [Though here almost eternal Winter reigns] | 1,770 | 14 | The Land of the Muses (1768) | Though here almost eternal Winter reigns, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Though here almost eternal Winter reigns,
And piercing deep the womb of Nature chills;
Though born far off under a milder sky,
The northern blast even through my marrow thrills,
And freezes up the lifeblood in my veins;
The hardy natives over the mountains high,
Trace out the step of Health amid the snow;
... |
english/hayleywi/Z300389134 | 436,185 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hayley, William, 1745-1820 | 1,745 | SONNET XIX. ON THE DEATH OF THE POET'S MISTRESS, DONNA CATALINA DE ATAIDE, WHO DIED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY. | 1,775 | 14 | Poems and Plays (1788) | From scenes of pain and struggling virtue go: | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Go, gentle spirit! now supremely blessed,
From scenes of pain and struggling virtue go:
From thy immortal seat of heavenly rest
Behold us lingering in a world of woe!
And if beyond the grave, to saints above,
Fond memory still the transient passed portrays,
Blame not the ardour of my constant love,
Which in these longi... |
english/edwards2/Z200344679 | 905,293 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XVII. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;My feeble voice to urge the tuneful song | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Once more, my Hawkins, I attempt to raise
My feeble voice to urge the tuneful sung
Of that sweet Muse, which to her Country's wrong
Or sleeps, or only wakes to Latian lays;
Great is the merit, well-deserved the praise
Of that last Work, where Reasoning just and strong
In charming verse thy name shall b... |
english/miltonjo/Z300437798 | 746,901 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Milton, John, 1608-1674 | 1,608 | VIII. [Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms] | 1,638 | 14 | Poems (1645) | Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
If ever deed of honour did thee please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms,
He can requite thee, for he knows the charms
That call Fame on such gentle acts as these,
And he can spread thy Name over L... |
english/wartont2/Z200521507 | 209,690 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Warton, Thomas, 1728-1790 | 1,728 | SONNET IX. TO THE RIVER LODON. | 1,758 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1802) | Since first I trod thy banks with alders crown'd, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Ah! what a weary raze my feet have run,
Since first I trod thy banks with alders crowned,
And thought my way was all through' fairy ground,
Beneath thy azure sky, and golden sun:
Where first my Muse to lisp her notes begun!
While pensive Memory traces back the round,
Which fills the varied interval between;
Much pleasu... |
english/edwards2/Z200344665 | 497,161 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET III. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | Who yet with virtuous pride mayst well despise | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | O sprung from Worthies, who with councils wise
Adorn'd and strengthened great Elisa's throne,
Who yet with virtuous pride mayest well despise
To borrow praise from merits not thy own;
Oft as I view the monumental stone,
Where our loved Harrison's cold ashes rest;
Musing on joys with him long passed and gon... |
english/hannaypa/Z300385841 | 988,904 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629? | 1,629 | Sonnet XIX. | 1,659 | 14 | The Nightingale [etc.] (1622) | Deceiuing thoghts & plaints prouing but wind: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Fond doubtful Hope, Reason-deprau'd, false fires,
Deceiuing thoughts & plaints proving but wind:
Ill grounded grief, springing from vain desires,
Have led me in a maze of error blind.
But Thou whose eye surveys this earthly ball,
And sees our actions ere they be begun:
High and Eternal mover of this all.
Whose mercy d... |
english/downmanh/Z300341586 | 145,147 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | XX. To Mr. HOLE. | 1,770 | 14 | Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791) | Of poesy, which duly taking root, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Hole, in whose youthful mind the seeds were sown
Of poesy, which duly taking root,
Have, (though in times base and unworthy) grown,
Flourish'd and born no indecorous fruit.
These elegiac lays thy eyes shall scan,
Nor with fastidious glance. The tender breast
And all the soft propensities of man
Are thine. Tho most the ... |
english/tranguar/Z200512567 | 695,766 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Translator of Guarini, fl. 1602 | 1,602 | A Sonnet of the Translator, dedicated to that honourable Knight his kinsman, Syr Edward Dymock. | 1,632 | 14 | Il pastor fido: or The faithfull Shepheard (1602) | A silly hand hath fashiond vp a sute | y | null | 1600-1650 | A silly hand hath fashioned up a suit
Of English clothes unto a traveller,
A noble mind though Shepherds weeds he wear,
That might consort his tunes with Tassoes lute,
Learned Guarinies first begotten fruit,
I have assumed the courage to rebeare,
And him and English Denizen made here,
Presenting him unto the sons of Br... |
english/sewardan/Z300482207 | 561,327 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONNET IV. TO HONORA SNEYD, WHOSE HEALTH WAS ALWAYS BEST IN WINTER. | 1,772 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1810) | &indent;Piercing her showery clouds with crystal light, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | And now the youthful, gay, capricious Spring,
Piercing her showery clouds with crystal light,
And with their hues reflected streaking bright
Her radiant bow, bids all her warblers sing;
The lark, shrill carolling on soaring wing;
The lonely thrush, in brake, with blossoms white,
That tunes his pipe ... |
english/edwards2/Z200344707 | 886,528 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XLIV. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Shall soon be call'd to make the humble bed, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Matthew, whose skilful hand and well-worn spade
Shall soon be called to make the humble bed,
Where I at last shall rest my weary head,
And formed of dust again in dust be laid;
Near, but not in the Church of God, be made
My clay-cold cell, and near the common tread
Of passing friends; when numbered wit... |
english/smithcha/Z300488957 | 315,296 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET XLIV. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH‐YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;While the loud equinox its power combines, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides,
While the loud equinox its power combines,
The sea no more its swelling surge confines,
But over the shrinking land sublimely rides.
The wild blast, rising from the Western cave,
Drives the huge billows from their heaving bed;
Tears from their grassy tombs t... |
english/sewardan/Z300482242 | 535,367 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONNET XXXIX. WINTER EVENING. | 1,772 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1810) | &indent;And from pale noon sinks, ere the fifth cold hour, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | When mourn the dark winds over the lonely plain,
And from pale noon sinks, ere the fifth cold hour,
The transient light, imagination's power,
With knowledge, and with science in her train,
Not unpropitious Hyems' icy reign
Perceives; since in the deep and silent hour
High themes the rapt concenterin... |
english/smithcha/Z300488936 | 976,705 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET XXIII. BY THE SAME. TO THE NORTH STAR. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;Fair, fav'rite planet! which in happier days | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | To thy bright beams I turn my swimming eyes,
Fair, favourite planet! which in happier days
Saw my young Hope's, ah! faithless Hope's! -- arise,
And on my passion shed propitious rays!
Now nightly wandering 'mid the tempests drear
That howl the woods and rocky steeps among,
I love to see thy sudden light app... |
modern/car2802/Z300546795 | 462,894 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Middleton, Christopher, 1926- | 1,926 | SONNET OF THE FAINT HEART | 1,956 | 14 | null | He loves to be in touch, that above all; | null | null | 1900-1950 | He loves to be in touch, that above all;
So when his time has come and he must die --
Intimates tiptoe round the bed and sighs --
He says they should put off his burial
A day or two, or three, if possible.
Then the dark visitors -- to catch his eye,
Him being set to know what's what and why,
Is hard -- they briefly ... |
english/smithcha/Z300488920 | 329,927 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET VII. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year! | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Sweet poet of the woods -- a long adieu!
Farewell, soft minstrel of the early year!
Ah! ''twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew,
And pour thy music on 'the night's dull ear.'
Whether on Spring thy wandering flights await,
Or whither silent in our groves you dwell,
The pensive muse shall own thee for her ma... |
english/smithcha/Z300488987 | 170,575 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET LXIV. WRITTEN AT BRISTOL IN THE SUMMER OF 1794. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Here from the restless bed of lingering pain
The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave,
And feels returning health and hope again
Disperse "the gathering shadows of the grave!"
And here romantic rocks that boldly swell,
Fringed with green woods, or stained with veins of over,
Call'd native Genius forth, who... |
english/griffinb/Z200383312 | 318,376 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXX. [Weepe now no more mine eyes, but be you drowned] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;In your own teares, so many yeares distilled: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Weep now no more mine eyes, but be you drowned
In your own tears, so many years distilled:
And let her know that at them long hath frowned,
That you can weep no more, although she willed.
This hap her cruelty hath her alotten,
Who whilom was commaundres of each part:
That now her proper griefs must be forgo... |
modern/car2902/Z300134420 | 21,722 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | The Coin (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | We brushed the dirt off, held it to the light. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | We brushed the dirt off, held it to the light.
The obverse showed us Scotland, and the head
of a read deer; the antler-glint had fled
but the fine cut could still be felt. All right:
we turned it over, read easily One Pound,
but then the shock of Latin, Like a gloss,
Respublica Scotorum, sent across
such ages as we gue... |
english/masonwil/Z300426473 | 664,485 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Mason, William, 1725-1797 | 1,725 | SONNET VIII. FEBRUARY 23, 1796. ANNIVERSARY. | 1,755 | 14 | The Works (1811) | &indent;Oft have I known on this, my natal day, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | In the long course of seventy years and one,
Oft have I known on this, my natal day,
Hoar frost, and sweeping snow prolong their sway,
The wild winds whistle, and the forests groan;
But now spring's smile has veiled stern winter's frown;
And now the birds on every budding spray
Chaunt orisons, as to the... |
english/griffinb/Z200383291 | 799,633 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. IX. [My spotles loue that neuer yet was tainted] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;My loyall heart that neuer can be moued: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | My spotless love that never yet was tainted,
My loyal heart that never can be moved:
My growing hope that never yet hath fainted,
My constancy that you full well have proved.
All these consented have to plead for grace,
These all lie crying at the door of Beauty:
This wails, this sends out tears, this cries... |
english/wartont2/Z200521501 | 620,514 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Warton, Thomas, 1728-1790 | 1,728 | SONNET III. WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF DUGDALE'S MONASTICON. | 1,758 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1802) | By Fancy's genuine feelings unbeguil'd, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Deem not, devoid of elegance, the Sage,
By Fancy's genuine feelings unbeguiled,
Of painful pedantry the poring child;
Who turns, of these proud domes, that' historic page,
Now sunk by Time, and Henry's fiercer rage.
Think'st thou the warbling Muses never smiled
On his lone hours? Ingenuous views engage
His thoughts, on... |
english/edwards2/Z200344684 | 654,968 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XXII. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;The close recesses of the Soul can find, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | O master of the heart, whose magic skill
The close recesses of the Soul can find,
Can rouse, becalm, and terrify the mind,
Now melt with pity, now with anguish thrill,
Thy moral page while virtuous precepts fill,
Warm from the heart, to mend the Age designed,
Wit, strength, truth, decency are all conjo... |
english/cottonch/Z300321533 | 17,428 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | Sonnet. I. [Alice is tall and upright as a Pine] | 1,660 | 14 | Poems on Several Occasions (1689) | White as blaunch'd Almonds, or the falling Snow, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Alice is tall and upright as a Pine,
White as blanched Almonds, or the falling Snow,
Sweet as are Damask Roses when they blow,
And doubtless fruitful as the swelling Vine.
Ripe to be cut, and ready to be pressed,
Her full cheeked beauty's very well appear,
And a year's fruit she loses every year,
Wanting a man t'impro... |
c20-english/ep11001/Z200301021 | 420,529 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Empson, William, 1906-1984 | 1,906 | Sonnet (1955) | 1,936 | 14 | null | Not wrongly moved by this dismaying scene | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Not wrongly moved by this dismaying scene
The thinkers Like the nations getting caught
Joined in the organising that they fought
To scorch all earth of all but one machine.
It can be swung, is what these hopers mean,
For all the loony hooters can be bought
On the small ball. It can then all be taught
A... |
english/downmanh/Z300341571 | 216,610 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | V. To Mr. CODRINGTON. | 1,770 | 14 | Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791) | Was never strung in vain! whose faithful soul, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | O Codrington, to whom the impassioned lyre
Was never strung in vain! whose faithful soul,
And correspondent passion take the alarm;
Whom pity melts, whom love and transport warm,
Who wishest not the ideas to control
Which it's celestial notes can well inspire.
Whom the same amiable emotions give
(Tho doomed ingratitude... |
english/downmanh/Z300341576 | 809,645 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | X. To JAMES WHITE, Esq. | 1,770 | 14 | Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791) | And salutary limits, changed we find | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | When Luxury hath passed it's narrower bounds,
And salutary limits, changed we find
The character, and the collective mind
Of states, while ignorance with vice abounds.
Hence, to the distant provinces, retires
From the vile capital, insulted taste;
There real poetry never lights it's fires,
Or genius fashion-tutored run... |
english/hayleywi/Z300389074 | 71,717 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hayley, William, 1745-1820 | 1,745 | SONNET TO Mrs. HAYLEY | 1,775 | 14 | Poems and Plays (1788) | &indent;Britain's vain thunder on her offspring hurl'd, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Thou vexed Atlantic, who hast lately seen
Britain's vain thunder on her offspring hurled,
And the blind parent, in her frantic spleen,
Pouring weak vengeance on a filial world!
Thou, whose rough billows, in loud fury curled,
Have roared indignant under many a keel;
And, while content... |
english/downmanh/Z300341593 | 847,939 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | XXVII. To Mr. STACEY. | 1,770 | 14 | Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791) | The purple tide of youth in swift career, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Stacey! with whom, while through it's channels flowed
The purple tide of youth in swift career,
While health on every object round bestowed
Those charms, which languid else, and blank appear;
With whom the hours by social converse gay
Urged on, have forward passed with rapid flight,
Till unexpected came eve's milder ra... |
modern/car2902/Z300134382 | 865,011 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Silva Caledonia (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | The darkness deepens, and the woods are long. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | The darkness deepens, and the woods are long.
We shall never see any stars. We thought
we herd a horn a while back, faintly brought
through barks and howls, the nearest to a sung
you ever herd in these gray dripping glens.
But if there were hunter's, we saw not one.
Are there bears? Mist. Wolves? Peat. Is there a sun?
... |
modern/car2902/Z300134403 | 563,056 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Seferis on Eigg (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | The isles of Scotland! the isles of Scotland! | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | The isles of Scotland! the isles of Scotland!
But Byron sang elsewhere; loved, died elsewhere.
Seferis stiffly cupped warm blue May air
and slowly sifted it from hand to hand.
It was good and Greek. Amazed to find it,
he thought the dancing sea, the larks, the boats
spoke out as clear as from Aegean throats.
What else ... |
english/cowperwi/Z400323399 | 553,466 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Cowper, William, 1731-1800 | 1,731 | SONNET. [Lady! it cannot be, but that thine eyes] | 1,761 | 14 | The Works (1835–1837): TRANSLATIONS OF THE LATIN AND ITALIAN POEMS OF MILTON | &indent;Must be my sun, such radiance they display, | y | Lyric | 1700-1750 | Lady! it cannot be, but that thine eyes
Must be my sun, such radiance they display,
And strike me even as Phœbus him, whose way
Through horrid Libya's sandy desert lies.
Meantime, on that side steamy vapours rise
Where most I suffer. Of what kind are they,
New as to me they are, I cannot say,
But deem t... |
english/sbtomkin/Z300493098 | 268,090 | null | English Poetry | Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623 | 1,623 | SEAVENTH SONNET Ex Psal. 143. | 1,653 | 14 | null | My hart's all inly Vext. Yet I apply'd mee | y | null | 1600-1650 | Listen O Lord unto my Prostrate Prayer,
Nor into Ivdgment with thy Servant enter:
For who is Ivst? The foul infernal Tempter
Pursues my Sovle with Terrors of Despair.
My hart's all inly Vexed. Yet I applied me
To weigh thy Works, thy Wonders I observed,
But to thy Mercy the Chief place reserved?
... |
c20-american/am30108/Z300368283 | 390,900 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Ray, David, 1932- | 1,932 | SONNET TO SEABROOK | 1,962 | 14 | null | In New Hampshire's green paradise this June | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | In New Hampshire's green paradise this June
one sees the slowly radiating scars
of what may become and Inferno soon,
and even demonstrators bring their cars.
An ugly crater's opened in the earth,
by those devil's toys, earth-scraper, -mover.
Men strangely take and insane pride, giving birth
to disaster, Like a twisted ... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265659 | 529,350 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet. PLATONIC LOVE. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;Ne'er wish Enjoyment, which I still have strove | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Chaste Cynthia bids me love, but hope no more,
Ne'er wish Enjoyment, which I still have strove
T'obey, and every looser Thought reprove;
Without desiring her, I her adore.
What Humane Passion does with Tears implore,
The Intellect Enjoys, when 'this in Love
With the Eternal Soul, which here does move
I... |
english/whytesam/Z300535610 | 98,251 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Whyte, S. (Samuel), 1733-1811 | 1,733 | SONNET IV. ON SEEING MISS POPE IN VARIOUS CHARACTERS. WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF A PLAY‐BILL, | 1,763 | 14 | A Collection of Poems on Various Subjects (1792) | &indent;A thousand failures daily prove it true; | y | null | 1700-1750 | To copy nature is no easy part,
A thousand failures daily prove it true;
The test and pride of imitative art;
The poet's, painter's, and the player's too.
But art consummate vests her offspring ease
With prompt address her beauty's to unfold;
She waves her wand, when 'this her cue to please,
And every ... |
english/sewardan/Z300482291 | 60,141 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONNET LXXXVIII. THE PROSPECT A FLOODED VALE. | 1,772 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1810) | &indent;With mind congenial to the scene, I come! | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Up this bleak hill, in wintery night's dread hour,
With mind congenial to the scene, I come!
To see my Valley in the lunar gloom,
To see it whelmed. -- Amid the cloudy lour
Gleamsthe cold moon; -- and shows the ruthless power
Of yond swollen floods, that white with turbid foam
Roll over the fields; ... |
english/griffinb/Z200383323 | 10,628 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XLI. [The prison I am in is thy faire face] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Wherein my libertie in chained lyes: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | The prison I am in is thy fair face,
Wherein my liberty in chained lies:
My thoughts the bolts that hold me in the place,
My food the pleasing looks of thy fair eyes.
Deep is the prison where I lie enclosed,
Strong are the bolts that in this cell contains me:
Sharp is the food necessity imposed,
When hu... |
c20-english/fa0201/Z200608708 | 259,570 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Armitage, Simon, 1963- | 1,963 | The Ornithologists | 1,993 | 14 | null | Keen spotters but wise about their habits | null | Sonnet | 1950-2000 | Keen spotters but wise about their habits
we watch closely for the season starting,
then trim the drainpipe with strips of plastic;
they catch the wind and scare off house martins.
The charm they bring to the eaves they nest in
doesn't change the price of disinfectant,
caustic soda or even sandblasting,
and the pile o... |
english/griffinb/Z200383344 | 198,041 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. LXII. [Most true that I must faire Fidessa loue] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | Most true that I doe feele the paines of loue, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Most true that I must fair Fidessa love,
Most true that fair Fidessa cannot love.
Most true that I do feel the pains of love,
Most true that I am captive unto love.
Most true that I deluded am with love,
Most true that I do find the sleights of love.
Most true that nothing can procure her love,
Most true that I must pe... |
english/huddesfo/Z200401145 | 595,243 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Huddesford, George, 1749-1809 | 1,749 | SONNET X. TO AN OAK Blown down by the Wind. | 1,779 | 14 | The Wiccamical Chaplet (1804) | &indent;Full many a winter round thy craggy bed; | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Thou who, unmoved, hast herd the whirlwind chide
Full many a winter round thy craggy bed;
And, Like and earthborn giant, hast outspread
Thy hundred arms and heaven's own bolts defied,
Now liest along thy native mountain's side
Uptorn; -- yet deem not that I come to shed
The idle drops of pity over thy h... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134377 | 389,041 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Slate (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | There is no beginning. We saw Lewis | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | There is no beginning. We saw Lewis
laid down, when there was not much but thunder
and volcanic fires; watched long seas plunder
faults; laughed as Staffa cooled. Drumlins blue as
bruises were grated off Like nutmegs; bens,
and a great glen, gave a rough back we Like
to think the ages must streak, surely strike,
seldom... |
english/smithcha/Z300488970 | 47,138 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET LVII. TO DEPENDENCE. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;And happier they who from the dangerous sea, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Dependence! heavy, heavy are thy chains,
And happier they who from the dangerous sea,
Or the dark mine, procure with ceaseless pains
An hard-earned pittance -- than who trust to thee!
More blessed the hind, who from his bed of flock
Starts -- when the birds of morn their summons give,
And wakened by the lar... |
english/smithcha/Z300488998 | 680,597 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET LXXV. [Where the wild woods and pathless forests frown] | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;The darkling Pilgrim seeks his unknown way, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Where the wild woods and pathless forests frown,
The darkling Pilgrim seeks his unknown way,
Till on the grass he throws him weary down,
To wait in broken sleep the dawn of day:
Thro' boughs just waving in the silent air,
With pale capricious light the Summer Moon
Chequers his humid couch; while Fancy there... |
c20-english/ep20119/Z200581483 | 518,507 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Madge, Charles, 1912- | 1,912 | Dialectic | 1,942 | 14 | null | The shape of woman veers from age to age. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | The shape of woman veers from age to age.
Now in a car and hooded she is driven
Beyond the planet outpost that her lodge
Of angels gave in blessing outside heaven.
Great forces move her, with superior power
And in her engine throbs the motive heart
Of labour, and the psychologic flower.
Her science is the dream that w... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134381 | 303,743 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | The Ring of Brodgar (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | ‘If those stones could speak—’ Do not wish too loud. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | 'If those stones could speak -- ' Do not wish too loud.
They can, they do, they will. No voice is lost.
Your meanest guilts are bonded in Like frost.
Your fearsome sweat will rise and leave its shroud.
I well recall the timeprint of the Ring
of Brodgar we discovered, white with dust
in twenty-second-century distrust
of... |
english/polwhele/Z300463024 | 117,854 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | SONNET the TWENTIETH. To the AUTHOR, on seeing his Plan for a History of Devonshire, 1790. | 1,770 | 14 | null | &indent;Where scarcely blows a solitary Flower; | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | O'er barren Ground, my Friend, thou takest thy Way,
Where scarcely blows a solitary Flower;
Not in these Haunts obscure the Muses stray,
Nor here hath Fancy raised her Myrtle Bower.
Yet should Encouragement with gentle Voice
Bid thee amid the desert Rocks proceed,
Should liberal Candour sanctify thy Choice,... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134382 | 323,441 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Silva Caledonia (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | The darkness deepens, and the woods are long. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | The darkness deepens, and the woods are long.
We shall never see any stars. We thought
we herd a horn a while back, faintly brought
through barks and howls, the nearest to a sung
you ever herd in these gray dripping glens.
But if there were hunter's, we saw not one.
Are there bears? Mist. Wolves? Peat. Is there a sun?
... |
english/downmanh/Z300341581 | 138,035 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | XV. To Mrs. DOWNMAN. | 1,770 | 14 | Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791) | To whose assiduous zeal, and watchful mind, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Dear to my heart! from whom my being came!
To whose assiduous zeal, and watchful mind,
The preservation of life's newborn flame
I owe. Who well deservest my grateful praise
For more exalted gifts; the step of youth
Guiding to moral virtue, to the ways
Of justice, mercy, honour, candour, truth.
To whom is due, (by thee ... |
modern/car2902/Z300134398 | 958,654 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | The Ticket (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | ‘There are two rivers: how can a drop go | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | 'There are two rivers: how can a drop go
from one stream to the next?' Gurdjieff was asked.
The unflummoxable master stretched, basked.
'It must buy a ticket,' he said. A row
of demons dragged the Inaccessible
Pinnacle through the centre of Glasgow,
barking out sweaty order, pledged to show
it was bloody juggernaut-tim... |
english/hollandh/Z200397963 | 899,046 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Holland, Hugh, d. 1633 | 1,633 | To My Lord The Prince. Sonet Acrosticke. | 1,663 | 14 | Pancharis (1603) | &indent;Esteeme) foure vertues, that vnto a fift, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Heir of thy Sires four Realms, and (which I more
Esteeme) four virtues, that unto a fifth,
No doubt will thee (oh slowly slowly) lift;
Receive this Ryme of thine old Auncestore
Long Prince of Wales, and pardon me therefore.
So may glad Victory be one day swift
To crown thy sacred head (that art a gr... |
english/edwards2/Z200344688 | 988,536 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XXV. The Hermitage at TURRICK to the Root‐House at WREST. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Health and kind greeting, as from friend to friend, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | The Beechen Roots of wood-clad Buckingham
To Bedford Elms, their courteous brethren, send
Health and kind greeting, as from friend to friend,
And gladly join to celebrate their fame;
Beyond all roots above ground we proclaim
You happiest, destined all your days to spend
In Wrests fair groves, and Graia... |
c20-english/abarnett/Z300683496 | 846,248 | null | English Poetry | Barnett, Anthony, 1941- | 1,941 | SONNET 1, 399 (445) | 1,971 | 14 | null | Fail. | null | null | 1900-1950 | Fail.
This is a neighbourly custom
easily received.
Knit again.
After long indulgent amity
several interests are touched.
Brawls happen all day.
The policy of
lying together.
Approach and sit round.
Though it be a poor mess
his heart
is there to serve
a good while. |
english/downmanh/Z400341500 | 272,828 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | SONNET III. [When Recollection stirs up in the mind] | 1,770 | 14 | The Land of the Muses (1768) | When Recollection stirs up in the mind | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | When Recollection stirs up in the mind
And sets before her eye passed scenes of woe,
In vain will the wise men their sayings bring
Dead, unimpassioned, wrote in the full flow
Of health and strength, to nicer feelings blind:
In vain against Reflection's piercing sting,
They urge a formal phrase, or adage qua... |
english/griffinb/Z200383327 | 772,505 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XLV. [Mine eye bewrayes the secrets of my hart] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;My heart vnfolds his griefe before her face: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Mine eye betrays the secrets of my heart,
My heart unfolds his grief before her face:
Her face bewitching pleasure of my smart,
Daignes not one look of mercy and of grace.
My guilty eye of murder and of treason
(Friendly conspirator of my decay,
Dumb eloquence the lovers strongest reason)
Doth weep it s... |
c20-english/ep41001/Z300306612 | 186,580 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967 | 1,906 | Sonnet [Lay the true charge ...] | 1,936 | 14 | null | Lay the true charge, if I come late to bed, | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Lay the true charge, if I come late to bed,
Which made me toil, groping in blindfold guise,
To take that gift for which the Muse has eyes
And make a lighter pillow for your head.
Though all remained, and still remains, unsaid,
At least I know that nothing satisfies
Born of ambition, which I used to prize;
Nor could I g... |
english/masonwil/Z300426474 | 430,604 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Mason, William, 1725-1797 | 1,725 | SONNET IX. TO THE BISHOP OF WORCESTER, SENT TO HIM WITH THE PRECEDING SONNET. | 1,755 | 14 | The Works (1811) | &indent;Has led me one and seventy years along, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | What! when the step of even-footed time
Has led me one and seventy years along,
Dare I attempt a second birthday sung,
And bid it tinkle in Petrarchian chime?
Shall I, impeded by the knots of rhyme,
Venture to shoot the warp of verse among
My blunted shuttle? Be it right or wrong,
I'll try, yet keep fro... |
c20-english/ep30113/Z400605761 | 436,986 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Ezekiel, Nissim, 1924- | 1,924 | Sonnet | 1,954 | 14 | null | Things unsubdued subdue the weakened will. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Things unsubdued subdue the weakened will.
The bride is but a common girl; deceive
The eye, perish the rational mind. Reflect:
Ambition fails and kings have lost their thrones.
At first the beloved merely finds fault,
Later comes the slow unresponsive kiss.
Between the first encounter and the friend,
And the friend no ... |
english/woodford/Z300542148 | 756,702 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700 | 1,636 | Sonnet of the same. Ad promotionem in S. S. Ordines. | 1,666 | 14 | A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679) | &indent;That for my Muses Sister, this for me, | y | null | 1600-1650 | Prepare thy Chariot, Love, and heaviest Chain,
That for my Muses Sister, this for me,
For I at length have God the Victory,
And loaded thus must grace her pompous Train!
I'm Conqueror, and the Arms, which did obtain
The mighty Spoil, were Importunity,
Freedom renounced, and sacred Vows to be
Her... |
english/griffinb/Z200383304 | 169,383 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXII. [It was of loue vngentle gentle boy] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;That thou didst come and harbour in my brest: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | It was of love ungentle gentle boy,
That thou didst come and harbour in my breast:
Not of intent my body to destroy,
And have my soul with restless cares oppressed.
But sith thy love does turn unto my pain,
Return to Greece (sweet lad) where thou wast born:
Leave me alone my griefs to entertain,
If thou... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134396 | 507,778 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | G.M. Hopkins in Glasgow (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | Earnestly nervous yet forthright, melted | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Earnestly nervous yet forthright, melted
by bulk and warmth and unimposed rough grace,
he lit a ready fuse from face to face
of Irish Glasgow. Dark tough tight-belted
drunken Fenian poor ex-Ulstermen
crouched round a brazier Like a burning bush
and lurched into his soul with such a push
that British angels blanched in ... |
english/sewardan/Z300482259 | 687,619 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONNET LVI. TO A TIMID YOUNG LADY, DISTRESSED BY THE ATTENTIONS OF AN AMIABLE AND ACCEPTED LOVER. | 1,772 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1810) | &indent;Fair Zillia!—Ah! more dear to Love the gaze | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | What bashful wildness in those crystal eyes,
Fair Zillia! -- Ah! more dear to Love the gaze
That dwells upon its object, than the rays
Of that vague glance, quick, as in summer skies
The lightning's lambent flash, when neither rise
Thunder, nor storm. -- I mark, while transport plays
Warm in thy lov... |
c20-english/ep20048/Z300596013 | 540,853 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Conran, Tony. (trans.) / Williams, Waldo, 1904-1971. (orig.) | 1,904 | NATIVITY | 1,934 | 14 | null | To Mary and Joseph, how unfamiliar would be | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | To Mary and Joseph, how unfamiliar would be
The shining histories we tell tonight
Of a choir of angels and a star, and three
Gifts of the Wise Men under its light!
It was but the birth of a child, a privileged world
Beneath his feet, and the wind born again
As his breath. Night a cradle curled,
And day ... |
english/huddesfo/Z200401149 | 387,988 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Huddesford, George, 1749-1809 | 1,749 | SONNET XIV. TO AN INFANT. | 1,779 | 14 | The Wiccamical Chaplet (1804) | &indent;Thy only little eloquence, might move | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Dear Babe, whose meaning by found looks expressed,
Thy only little eloquence, might move
The sternest soul to tenderness and love,
While thus, nor taught by age to fawn, nor dressed
In Treachery's mask, nor Falsehood's glittering vest,
Thou sweetly smilest: at the pleasing sighed,
Wretch as I am, unwont... |
english/smithcha/Z300488991 | 980,195 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET LXVIII. WRITTEN AT EXMOUTH, MIDSUMMER, 1795. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;Bathe with cool drops these ever‐streaming eyes; | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Fall, dews of Heaven, upon my burning breast,
Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes;
Ye gentle Winds, that fan the balmy West,
With the soft rippling tide of morning rise,
And calm my bursting heart, as here I keep
The vigil of the wretched! -- Now away
Fade the pale stars, as wavering over the de... |
english/sewardan/Z300482213 | 821,844 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONNET X. TO HONORA SNEYD. | 1,772 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1810) | &indent;When 'gainst my truth thou should'st my errors poize, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Honora, should that cruel time arrive
When 'gainst my truth thou shouldst my errors poize,
Scorning remembrance of our vanished joys;
When for the love-warm looks, in which I live,
But cold respect must greet me, that shall give
No tender glance, no kind regretful sighs;
When thou shalt pass me with... |
english/hayleywi/Z300389117 | 199,754 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Hayley, William, 1745-1820 | 1,745 | SONNET FROM THE LADY LEONORA DE ICIZ, BARONESS OF RAFALES, TO DON ALONZO DE ERCILLA. | 1,775 | 14 | Poems and Plays (1788) | Marble, that forms the Hero's mimic frame, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Marble, that forms the Hero's mimic frame,
And laurels, that reward the Poet's strain,
Accept, Ercilla, from thy grateful Spain!
Thy sword and pen alike this tribute claim.
Our Warriors honour thy heroic name;
Thy birth is envied by Ambition's train;
Thy verses teach the Bard of happiest vein
A finer polish, and a nobl... |
english/griffinb/Z200383326 | 486,754 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XLIIII. [No choice of change can euer change my minde] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Choiceles my choice the choicest choice aliue: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | No choice of change can ever change my mind,
Choiceles my choice the choicest choice alive:
Wonder of women, were she not unkind,
The pitiless of pity to deprive.
Yet she, the kindest creature of her kind,
Accuseth me of self ingratitude:
And well she may, sith by good proof I find
My self had died, had... |
english/smithcha/Z300488941 | 917,624 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET XXVIII. TO FRIENDSHIP. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;Whose charms, celestial, few have hearts to feel! | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | O thou! whose name too often is profaned;
Whose charms, celestial, few have hearts to feel!
Unknown to Folly -- and by Pride disdained!
-- To thy soft solace may my sorrows steal!
Like the fair Moon, thy mild and genuine ray
Thro' life's long evening shall unclouded last;
While pleasure's frail attachments... |
english/cottonch/Z200321662 | 320,261 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | Sonnet. [Why dost thou say thy Heart is gone] | 1,660 | 14 | Poems on Several Occasions (1689) | And no more mine, no more thine own? | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Why dost thou say thy Heart is gone,
And no more mine, no more thine own?
But, passed retrieve, for ever wed,
By sacred Vow, t'anothers Bed?
Why dost thou tell me that I lie
Bound in the same perplexed tie,
And that our now divided Souls
Are cold, and distant as the Poles?
Do'st thou not know, when first our Loves
We... |
english/downmanh/Z300341596 | 523,180 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | XXX. To Mr. S. CODRINGTON. | 1,770 | 14 | Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791) | Unhackney'd in the sordid paths of men, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Thy voice is surely nature's; for thy mind
Unhackney'd in the sordid paths of men,
Must from it's genuine feelings prompt thy pen,
Which with the warmth of youth imparting praise
Haply beyond what stricter justice might,
Yet from no selfish motive traced the lays
Which, (nor would I conceal it) charm my sighed,
And swe... |
english/smithcha/Z300488961 | 677,647 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET XLVIII. TO MRS. &wblank; | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;From sad reality and vain regret, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | No more my wearied soul attempts to stray
From sad reality and vain regret,
Nor courts enchanting fiction to allay
Sorrows that sense refuses to forget:
For of calamity so long the prey,
Imagination now has lost her powers,
Nor will her fairy loom again essay
To dress affliction in a robe of flowers.
Bu... |
english/downmanh/Z300341580 | 374,167 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | XIV. To Mr. J. CHURCHILL. | 1,770 | 14 | Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791) | First saw my infant muse attempt to fly | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Churchill, long fixed my friend, whose partial eye
First saw my infant muse attempt to fly
On Latian wing; or on the plumes she gained
From her own native language: to the sighed
How dull those plumes! Tho she essaying strained
Her every nerve, how low her utmost height!
Not that she here attempts to soar sublime.
Yet ... |
english/sewardan/Z300482303 | 763,341 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONNET C. WRITTEN DECEMBER 1790. | 1,772 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1810) | &indent;Amus'd my lassitude, and sooth'd my pains, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Lyre of the Sonnet, that full many a time
Amus'd my lassitude, and soothed my pains,
When graver cares forbade the lengthened strains,
To thy brief bound, and oft-returning chime
A long farewell! -- the splendid forms of rhyme
When grief in lonely orphanism reigns,
Oppress the drooping soul. -- Deat... |
english/smithcha/Z300488942 | 422,637 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET XXIX. TO MISS C&wblank; ON BEING DESIRED TO ATTEMPT WRITING A COMEDY. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;Of gay Thalia? used so long to tread | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Would'st thou then have me tempt the comic scene
Of gay Thalia? used so long to tread
The gloomy paths of sorrow's cypress shade;
And the lorn lay with sighs and tears to stain?
Alas! how much unfit her sprightly vein,
Arduous to try! -- and seek the sunny mead,
And bowers of roses, where she loves to l... |
english/sewardan/Z300482217 | 437,222 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONNET XIV. | 1,772 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1810) | &indent;Proceeding from the form we fondly love! | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Ingratitude, how deadly is thy smart
Proceeding from the from we fondly love!
How light, compared, all other sorrows prove!
Thou sheddest a Night of woe, from whence depart
The gentle beams of patience, that the heart
'Mid lesser ills, illume. -- Thy victims rove
Unquiet as the ghost that haunts the... |
english/miscell2/Z300438881 | 826,765 | 1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET VII. [C&wblank;e, with whom, my pilot and my guide] | 1,729 | 14 | null | &indent;Pleas'd I have travers'd thy Sabrina's flood, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | C&wblank;e, with whom, my pilot and my guide,
Pleas'd I have traversed thy Sabrina's flood,
Both where she foams impetuous soiled with mud,
And where she peaceful rolls her golden tide.
Never, O never let ambition's pride
(Too oft pretexted with our country's good)
And tinseled pomp, despised when unde... |
c20-english/abarnett/Z300683482 | 157,079 | null | English Poetry | Barnett, Anthony, 1941- | 1,941 | SONNET I, 495 (543) | 1,971 | 14 | null | Reach me. | null | null | 1900-1950 | Reach me.
Deceive me.
Besides us.
A stranger might trust himself.
A great
inroad.
Come.
Commonly multiply.
I soon fell asleep.
I awoke
upon her.
Look!
Lay here
the winter. |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134420 | 940,838 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | The Coin (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | We brushed the dirt off, held it to the light. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | We brushed the dirt off, held it to the light.
The obverse showed us Scotland, and the head
of a read deer; the antler-glint had fled
but the fine cut could still be felt. All right:
we turned it over, read easily One Pound,
but then the shock of Latin, Like a gloss,
Respublica Scotorum, sent across
such ages as we gue... |
english/bishopsa/Z300280338 | 728,729 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Bishop, Samuel, 1731-1795 | 1,731 | TO MR. WOODWARD. SONNET, IN IMITATION OF MILTON. | 1,761 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1796) | &indent;O'er prompt obedient features could diffuse | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Harry! (whose apt and quaintly pregnant skill
O'er prompt obedient features could diffuse
Each tint of wayward Humour; while the Muse
Thro' all her fleet lubricities, at will
Pursued the Changeling; limning portraits still,
Which mimic Art does animate, and use
For worthiest ends; sith therein Folly vie... |
english/grainger/Z300381913 | 168,002 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Grainger, James, 1721?-1766 | 1,721 | SONNET, ON LEAVING NEÆRA. | 1,751 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1836) | Whose eyes, in willing thraldom, hold my heart; | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Oft have I parted from the beauteous Maid,
Whose eyes, in willing thraldom, hold my heart;
Oft have I parted, yet did never part,
But I with her much rather would have stayed.
I felt a real, not unpleasant smart,
Which yet time, friends, or books, or Nine, allayed:
But since from &sblank;&sblank;&sblank;&sblank; last I... |
english/edwards2/Z200344658 | 333,863 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | To the R. H. the &lblank; | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | So these I may defend from blot or blame: | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Let him rail on, till every mouth cry shame;
Of his ill word I little reckoning make
For Ladies' honour, and for Shakespear's sake;
So these I may defend from blot or blame:
But ill I bear, that any worthy name
Of those, who virtue for their mistress take,
And hate the slanderer Like the poisonous snak... |
english/downmanh/Z300341573 | 353,651 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809 | 1,740 | VII. To the DEAN of EXETER. | 1,770 | 14 | Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791) | Of those who call'd thee to the learned chair, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Mills! who with equal honour to the voice
Of those who called thee to the learned chair,
And of thyself, art seated by their choice,
Studious to make antiquity thy care.
Yet not it's wilds alone engross thy mind,
Thee polished life, and thee the polished strain
Delights; the treasure of the muse's reign,
When they in G... |
modern/car2902/Z300134421 | 324,057 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | The Solway Canal (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | Slowly through the Cheviot Hills at dawn | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Slowly through the Cheviot Hills at dawn
we sailed. The high steel bridge at Carter Bar
passed over us in fog with not a car
in its broad lanes. Our hydrofoil slid on,
vibrating quietly through wet rock walls
and scarves of dim half-sparkling April missed;
a vizard with a falcon on his wrist
was stencilled on our bow. ... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265583 | 195,908 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet. The Rose and Lily. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;Upon a shady Throne, at her Repose, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Courted by Cupid's, and the Amorous Air,
Upon a shady Throne, at her Repose,
She sat, than whom, none ever so sweet or fair;
It was the Queen of Flowers, the Blushing Rose.
With no less pride, upon his Bed of State,
A Lily, pale with Envy, looked that way;
With humble Flowers, encompassed round he sat,
... |
english/sewardan/Z300482290 | 211,544 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Seward, Anna, 1742-1809 | 1,742 | SONNET LXXXVII. TO A YOUNG LADY, ADDRESSED BY A GENTLEMAN, CELEBRATED FOR HIS POETICAL TALENTS. | 1,772 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1810) | &indent;Charm'd shall he mark its glossy branches shine | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Round Cleon's brow the Delphic laurels twine,
And lo! the laurel decks Amanda's breast!
Charmed shall he mark its glossy branches shine
On that contrasting snow; shall see expressed
Love's better omens, in the green hues dressed
Of this selected foliage. -- Nymph, 'this thine
The warning story on it... |
english/edwards2/Z200344675 | 41,840 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XIII. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Though tedious seems the time in pain to wear, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Trust me, Dear Wray, not all these three months' pain,
Though tedious seems the time in pain to wear,
Nor all those restless nights, through which in vain
I've sought for kindly sleep to lull my care;
Not all those lonely meals, and meager fare,
Unchear'd with converse of a friendly guest;
This close confi... |
english/ansteych/Z300263039 | 135,238 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Anstey, Christopher, 1724-1805 | 1,724 | A SONNET, WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1795, Occasioned by the late scarcity of Grain, and inscribed to the Author's three Periwigs, Malus, Pejor, and Pessimus. | 1,754 | 14 | The Poetical Works (1808) | Thy time‐worn front, and curls of yellow hue, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Ah me! full sorely does it rend my heart,
O! Pessimus, my veteran friend, to view
Thy time-worn front, and curls of yellow hue,
And think, how soon unpowdered we must part!
And much it grieves me that thy brother's twain,
Malus and Pejor (both the offspring fair
Of Orchard's plastic hand) thy fate must... |
english/smithcha/Z300489009 | 94,358 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET LXXXVI. WRITTEN NEAR A PORT ON A DARK EVENING. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;Night on the Ocean settles, dark and mute, | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,
Night on the Ocean settles, dark and mute,
Save where is herd the repercussive roar
Of drowsy billows, on the rugged foot
Or rocks remote; or still more distant tone
Of seamen in the anchored bark that tell
The watch relieved; or one deep voice alone
Singing t... |
english-ed2/ep2503/Z300638255 | 941,533 | null | English Poetry | Godolphin, Sidney, 1610-1643 | 1,610 | On Ben Jonson. | 1,640 | 14 | The Poems of Sidney Godolphin: edited by William Dighton with a Preface by John Drinkwater (1931) | null | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | The Muses fairest light in no dark time,
The Wonder of a learned Age; the Line
Which none can pass; the most proportioned Wit,
To Nature, the best Judge of what was fit;
The deepest, plainest, highest, clearest Pen;
The Voice most echoed by consenting Men,
The Soul which answered best to all well said
By others, and wh... |
modern/car2902/Z300134416 | 911,003 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | The Age of Heracleum (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | The jungle of Gleneagles was a long | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | The jungle of Gleneagles was a long
shadow on our right as we traveled down.
Boars rummaged through the ballroom's toppled crown
of chandeliers and mashed the juicy throng
of giant hogweed stalks. Wild tramps with sticks
glared, kept a rough life. South in Fife we saw
the rusty buckled bridges, the firth raw
with filth... |
english/smithcha/Z300488985 | 812,872 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET LXII. WRITTEN ON PASSING BY MOON‐LIGHT THROUGH A VILLAGE, WHILE THE GROUND WAS COVERED WITH SNOW. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;And find in change of place but change of pain; | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | While thus I wander, cheerless and unblest,
And find in change of place but change of pain;
In tranquil sleep the village labourers rest,
And taste that quiet I pursue in vain!
Hush'd is the Hamlet now, and faintly gleam
The dying embers, from the casement low
Of the thatched cottage; while the Moon's won b... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265607 | 567,692 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet. On the Death of Sylvia. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;All things at will thy boundless Rage devours; | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Oh Death! without regard to wrong or right,
All things at will thy boundless Rage devours;
This tender Plant thou hast cut down in spite,
And scattered on the Ground its Fruit, and Flowers.
Our Love's extinct that with such Ardour burned,
And all my Hope of future Pleasure die;
Nature's chief Master-piece ... |
c20-american/am20078/Z300215153 | 300,000 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Slater, Eleanor, 1903- | 1,903 | BEFORE. | 1,933 | 14 | null | A tulip burst before the frost was gone. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | A robin came before the spring was ready.
A tulip burst before the frost was gone.
A star burned on, complacent, and as steady
As if it were not ages passed the dawn.
A leaf showed brown before the turn of autumn.
A head showed white before its days were up.
A clear reflection showed across the bottom
Before the milk h... |
english/edwards2/Z200344674 | 265,682 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XII. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Of undesigning childhood first began, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Wray, whose dear friendship in the dawning years
Of undesigning childhood first began,
Through youth's gay morn with even tenor ran,
My noon conducted, and my evening cheers;
Rightly dost Thou, in whom combined appears
Whate'er for public life completes the Man,
With active zeal strike out a larger pla... |
english/smithcha/Z300488967 | 380,458 | 1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806 | 1,749 | SONNET LIV. THE SLEEPING WOODMAN. WRITTEN IN APRIL 1790. | 1,779 | 14 | Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800) | &indent;The vernal grasses, and the early flowers; | y | Sonnet | 1700-1750 | Ye copses wild, where April bids arise
The vernal grasses, and the early flowers;
My soul depressed -- from human converse flies
To the lone shelter of your pathless bowers.
Lo! -- where the Woodman, with his toil oppressed,
His careless head on bark and moss reclined,
Lull'd by the sung of birds, the ... |
english/edwards2/Z200344668 | 396,097 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET VI. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Of this short life throughout the total day, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Revett, who well hast judged the task too hard,
Of this short life throughout the total day,
To follow glory's false bewitching ray,
Through certain toils, uncertain of reward;
A Prince's service how should we regard?
As service still -- though decked in livery gay,
Disguis'd with titles, gilded over w... |
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