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english/griffinb/Z200383333 | 236,641 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. LI. [Worke worke apace you blessed Sisters three] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;In restles twining of my fatall threed: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Worke work apace you blessed Sisters three,
In restless twining of my fatal thread:
Oh let your nimble hands at once agree,
To weave it out, and cut it off with speed.
Then shall my vexed and tormented ghost
Have quiet passage to the Elisian rest:
And sweetly over death and fortune boast,
In everlasting... |
english/hannaypa/Z300385817 | 346,197 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629? | 1,629 | Sonnet III. | 1,659 | 14 | The Nightingale [etc.] (1622) | Did roue at randome in the fields of loue, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Whilst wandering thoughts unsettled in desire,
Did rove at random in the fields of love,
Where fancy found fair objects fit to fire
Frozen affection, choice did choice remove:
Cupid contemned taking it much at heart,
For spite his dams lose darling made delight me;
She leaving Venus taking Iuno's part,
With new chased ... |
english/griffinb/Z200383316 | 517,645 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXXIIII. [Fie pleasure fie, thou cloy'st me with delight!] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;(Sweet thoughts you kill me if you lower stray) | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Fie pleasure fie, thou cloyest me with delight!
(Sweet thoughts you kill me if you lower stray)
Oh many be the joys of one short night!
Tush fancies never can desire allay.
Happy unhappy thoughts: I think and have not
Pleasure: o pleasing pain! Shows nought avail me.
Mine own c&obar;ceit does glad me, more ... |
c20-english/abarnett/Z300683497 | 606,485 | null | English Poetry | Barnett, Anthony, 1941- | 1,941 | SONNET II, 61 (77) | 1,971 | 14 | null | One morning | null | null | 1900-1950 | One morning
with a loud good humour he praised the
company.
But the sun suddenly set
quaking
at a distance
under the cliffs
I saw
the shadows
running down.
Black domes
everywhere.
I asked my companions
coughing and laughing. |
c20-american/am22171/Z300246750 | 500,849 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Schwartz, Delmore, 1913-1966 | 1,913 | Sonnet | 1,943 | 14 | null | I follow thought and what the world announces | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | I follow thought and what the world announces
I lean to hear, and leaning too far over,
Fall, and babied by confusion, cover
Myself in drowse, too tired by such bounces.
But in sleep are dreams across zigzagging snow
Descending quietly and slow, Like minutes,
And on this peace the soul again begins its
Rhetoric of desi... |
english/cottonch/Z300321535 | 186,965 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | Sonnet. III. [Mary is black, and taller than the last] | 1,660 | 14 | Poems on Several Occasions (1689) | Yet equal in perfection and desire, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Mary is black, and taller than the last
Yet equal in perfection and desire,
To the one's melting snow, and t'other's fire,
As with whose black their fairness is defaced:
She pants as much for love as that' other two,
But she so virtuous is, or else so wise,
That she will win or will not love a prize,
And but upon good... |
modern/car2902/Z300134409 | 387,486 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | 1983 (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | ‘A parrot Edward Lear drew has just died.’ | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | 'A parrot Edward Lear drew has just died.'
There was a young lady of Corstorphine
who adopted a psittacine orphan.
It shrieked and it cried: they threw far and wide
her ashes right over Corstorphine. Zoos
guard and pamper the abandoned squawkers,
tickle stories from the raunchy talkers,
shoulder a bold centenarian muse... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134416 | 470,966 | 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... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134379 | 880,721 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Post‐Glacial (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | The glaciers melt slowly in the sun. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | The glaciers melt slowly in the sun.
The ice groans as it shrinks back to the pole.
Loud splits and cracks send shudders through the shoal
of herring struggling northwards, but they run
steadily on into the unknown roads
and the whole stream of life runs with them. Brown
islands hump up in the white of land, down
in th... |
modern/car2902/Z300134378 | 779,826 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Carboniferous (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | Diving in the warm seas around Bearsden, | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Diving in the warm seas around Bearsden,
cased in our superchitin scuba-gear,
we found a world so wonderfully clear
it seemed a heaven given there and then.
Hardly! Et in Arcadia, said the shark,
ego. We stumbled on a nest of them.
How could bright water that hid nothing stem
our ancient shudder? They themselves were d... |
modern/car2902/Z300134406 | 562,930 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Gangs (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | Naw naw, there's nae big wurds here, there ye go. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Naw naw, there's nae big wurds here, there you go.
Christ man ye're in a bade weigh, kin you staun?
See here no, wance we know jist where we're gaun,
we'll jump thon old -- stoap that, will you -- Quango.
Thaim that squealt Lower Inflation aye, Them,
plus thane YY Zero Wage Increase, wans,
they'll no know what hit thim... |
c20-english/abarnett/Z300683490 | 388,336 | null | English Poetry | Barnett, Anthony, 1941- | 1,941 | SONNET I, 176 (218) | 1,971 | 14 | null | The weak must bear | null | null | 1900-1950 | The weak must bear
and the poor
have all the blame.
He understood that
men
came.
Truth,
this honest opinion,
has
turned.
Night
be known.
Such losses happen every year,
not some. |
modern/car2902/Z400134338 | 90,959 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | 6 [‘I want to see a sonnet with a rose.’] (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | ‘I want to see a sonnet with a rose.’ | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | 'I want to see a sonnet with a rose.'
'After Stein that is impossible.'
'I believe few things are impossible.'
'But if a rose is a rose is a rose,
metaphor goes. Nothing's left but the rose.'
'Get on with it. It's the impossible
that you are there to break.' 'Impossible
the rose: love is not Like it; the white rose
doe... |
modern/car2902/Z300134417 | 462,469 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Computer Error: Neutron Strike (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | No one was left to hear the long All Clear. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | No one was left to hear the long All Clear.
Hot wind swept through the streets of Aberdeen
and stirred the corpse-clogged harbour. Each machine,
each building, thank, car, college, crane, stood sheer
and clean but that a shred of skin, a hand,
a blackened child driven Like tumbleweed
would give the lack of ruins leave ... |
english/griffinb/Z200383337 | 318,555 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. LV. [Oh no I dare not, oh I may not speake!] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Yes, yes, I dare, I can, I must, I will: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Oh no I dare not, o I may not speak!
Yes, yes, I dare, I can, I must, I will:
Then heart pour forth thy plaints & do not break,
Let never fancy manly courage kill.
Intreate her mildly, words have pleasing charms,
Of force to move the most obdurate heart
To take relenting pity of my harms,
And with unfei... |
c20-american/am20117/Z200223023 | 388,945 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Kelly, Robert, 1935- | 1,935 | Second Jewish Sonnet | 1,965 | 14 | null | I still hear the water, old house in wind. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | I still hear the water, old house in wind.
She speaks in me still, from when she tongued me
to attention & spoke all his lessons, held me
till my male spirit flew into her & left
a shuddery irritable midnight male,
satisfied, sleepy, wanting to read, too tired to.
How ungracious to my perfect lover
who forgives me into... |
modern/car2902/Z300134412 | 116,056 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | The Norn (1) (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | It was high summer, and the sun was hot. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | It was high summer, and the sun was hight.
We flew up over Perthshire, following
Christo's great-granddaughter in her swing-wing
converted crop-sprayer till plastic shot
above Schiehallion from her spinneret
Scotland-shaped and Scotland-sized, descended
silent, tough, translucent, light-attended,
catching that shoal of... |
modern/car2902/Z300134392 | 225,292 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Theory of the Earth (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | James Hutton that true son of fire who said | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | James Hutton that true son of fire who said
to Burns 'Aye, man, the rocks melt with the sun'
was sure the age of reason's time was done:
what but imagination could have read
granite boulders back to their melted roots?
And how far back was back, and how far on
would basalt still be basalt, iron iron?
Would second seas ... |
english/hannaypa/Z300385843 | 870,636 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629? | 1,629 | Sonnet XX. | 1,659 | 14 | The Nightingale [etc.] (1622) | The Azurd‐vault, and all the host of heauen, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | O Father-God who by thy word didst make
The Azurd-vault, and all the host of heaven,
The hills, vales, plains, fresh streams, & briny lake,
And unto each inhabitants hast given:
O Word which (for our sakes) didst flesh become,
With sinners to purge sin hadst habitation:
Crimeles accused, condemned, the cross thy doom,... |
c20-american/am22156/Z300244772 | 587,967 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Kumin, Maxine, 1925- | 1,925 | Prothalamion | 1,955 | 14 | null | The far court opens for us all July. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | The far court opens for us all July.
Your arm, flung up Like and easy sail bellying,
comes down on the serve in a blue piece of sky
barely within reach, and you following
tip forward on the smash. The sun sits still
on the hard white linen lip of the net. Five-love.
Salt runs behind my ears at thirty-all.
At game I see... |
english/griffinb/Z200383321 | 316,067 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXXXIX. [My Ladies haire is threeds of beaten gold] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Her front the purest Christall eye hath seene: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | My Ladies hair is threads of beaten gold,
Her front the purest Crystal eye hath seen:
Her eyes the brightest stars the heavens hold,
Her cheeks read Roses, such as seld have been:
Her pretty lips of read vermilion die,
Her hand of ivory the purest white:
Her blush Aurora, or the morning sky,
Her breast ... |
modern/car2101/Z300548533 | 178,918 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Keene, Dennis, 1934- | 1,934 | SONNET | 1,964 | 14 | null | Turned back from places that are not yet seen | null | null | 1900-1950 | Turned back from places that are not yet seen
Eyes seek for less light, hope that shadows will
Soften the image of what might have been
To a blank sleep, and thus all will be well.
But always wrong I know to want that dark
Which drowns familiar landscapes, while it forms
A mirror for distraction in these calms
Reflect... |
english/edwards2/Z200344657 | 47,203 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | To the M. H. the &lblank; | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;A glorious sanction to whate'er I write; | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Lady, whose fair approof I wish should give
A glorious sanction to whatever I write;
Since what your well-poised judgement marks with white
Secure from envy will to ages live;
So may I in this arduous emprise thrive,
As I not follow in the chase for spite;
But led by Love of True, and Fit, and Right,
I... |
modern/car2902/Z300134387 | 145,588 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Memento (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | over the cliff‐top and into the mist | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | over the cliff-top and into the missed
across the heather and down to the peat
here with the sheep and where with the peeweet
through the stubble and by the pheasant's tryst
above the pines and passed the northern lights
along the voe and out to meet the ice
among the stacks and round their kreidekreis
in summer lightn... |
c20-english/fa0201/Z200608711 | 502,533 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Armitage, Simon, 1963- | 1,963 | In Our Tenth Year | 1,993 | 14 | null | This book, this page, this harebell laid to rest | null | Sonnet | 1950-2000 | This book, this page, this harebell laid to rest
between these sheets, these leaves, if pressed still bleeds
a watercolour of the way we were.
Those years: the fuss of such and such a day,
that disagreement and its final word,
your inventory of names and dates and times,
my infantries of tall, dark, handsome lies.
A ... |
modern/oxf0901/Z200245163 | 649,647 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Oswald, Alice, 1966- | 1,966 | ESTUARY SONNET | 1,996 | 14 | null | As much as I walk by and see the water | null | Sonnet | 1950-2000 | As much as I walk by and see the water
up to the second line, I skim a slate
and in the time it sinks my feet are wet
and there are huge boats lifting in the harbour.
And then as far as I have time to wander,
I wander back and there's a heron's foot
lofting the water which is now a mud-flat
and some old shipwreck gnaw... |
english/edwards2/Z200344704 | 653,615 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XLI. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Long train'd and tutor'd, hard to humane sense, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | O friend, in sad affliction's useful school
Long trained and tutored, hard to humane sense,
And dark appear that' awards of Providence,
Though Truth and Goodness be their constant rule;
The word of Truth has said, and reason cool
Subscribes, that wise and kind Omnipotence
Does oft the bitter cup in lov... |
english/griffinb/Z200383338 | 501,462 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. LVI. [Is trust betraide, doth kindnes grow vnkind?] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Can beautie (both at once) giue life and kill? | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Is trust betrayed, does kindness grow unkind?
Can beauty (both at once) give life and kill?
Shall fortune altar the most constant mind?
Will reason yield unto rebelling will?
Doth fancy purchase praise, and virtue shame?
May show of goodness lurk in treachery?
Hath truth unto her self procured blame?
Mu... |
english/griffinb/Z200383286 | 451,437 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. IIII. [Did you sometimes three German brethren see] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | Rancor twixt two of them so raging rife, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Did you sometime three Germane brothers see
Rancor twixt two of them so raging rife,
That th'one could stick the other with his knife?
Now if the third assaulted chance to be
By a fourth stranger, him set on the three:
Them two twixt whom afore was deadly strife,
Made one to rob the stranger of his life.
Th... |
modern/car2902/Z300134418 | 664,976 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Inward Bound (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | Flapping, fluttering, like imploding porridge | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Flapping, fluttering, Like imploding porridge
being slowly uncooked on anti-gas,
the Grampians were a puny shrinking mass
of cairns and ski-tows sucked back to their orig-
inns. Pylons rumbled downwards; lighthouses
hissed into bays; reactors popped, ate earth.
We watched a fissure struggling with the girth
of old Glam... |
english/cottonch/Z200321786 | 826,507 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | SONNET. [How should'st thou Love, and not offend!] | 1,660 | 14 | Poems on Several Occasions (1689) | As thou did'st once, so Love me now, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | How shouldst thou Love, and not offend!
Why, Chloris, I will tell thee how:
As thou didst once, so Love me now,
And lie with me, and there's and end.
Thou only art enjoined (my Sweet)
To keep thy Reputation high,
And that indeed, is secrecy,
Since all do err, thou all not see't.
Then fairest Fearless of all blame,
Th... |
english/griffinb/Z200383313 | 294,251 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXXI. [Tongue neuer cease to sing Fidessaes praise] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Heart (how euer she deserue) conceaue the best: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Tongue never cease to sing Fidessa's praise,
Heart (how ever she deserve) conceive the best:
Eyes stand amazed to see her beauty's rays,
Lippes steal one kiss and be for ever blessed.
Hands touch that hand wherein your life is closed,
Brest lock up fast in thee thy lives sole treasure,
Arms still embrace an... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134386 | 732,150 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Colloquy in Glaschu (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | before the fowler as he trudges home | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | God but le son du cor, Columba sighed
to Kentigern, est triste au found silvarum!
Frater, said Kentigern, I see no harm.
J'aime le son du cor, when day has died,
deep in the bois, and oystercatchers rise
before the fouler as he trudges home
and sermon lupi loosens the gray loam.
À l'horizon lointain is paradise,
abest ... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134412 | 701,542 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | The Norn (1) (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | It was high summer, and the sun was hot. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | It was high summer, and the sun was hight.
We flew up over Perthshire, following
Christo's great-granddaughter in her swing-wing
converted crop-sprayer till plastic shot
above Schiehallion from her spinneret
Scotland-shaped and Scotland-sized, descended
silent, tough, translucent, light-attended,
catching that shoal of... |
c20-english/ep41001/Z300306629 | 380,157 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967 | 1,906 | Sonnet ON THE DEATH OF ALUN LEWIS | 1,936 | 14 | null | He was astonished by the abundance of gold | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | He was astonished by the abundance of gold
Light. In the street a beggar stretched her hand,
Dying. Then the shudder ran through him. Once he had planned
To out-distance the sun in a chariot. But how might he hold
That instant, those uncurbed horses, and mix with the mould
Her liquid shadow near the lotus and timeless ... |
modern/car2902/Z300134388 | 945,592 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Matthew Paris (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | ‘North and then north and north again we sailed, | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | 'North and then north and north again we sailed,
not that God is in the north or the south
but that the north is great and strange, a mouth
of baleen filtering the unknown, veiled
spoutings and sportings, curtains of white cold.
I made a map, I made a map of it.
Here I have bristly Scotland, almost split
in two, what s... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265633 | 768,872 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet. Petrarc laments for the Death of M. Laura. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;Robb'd of her tender Young, or dearest Mate | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | This Nightingale that does so much complain,
Robb'd of her tender Young, or dearest Mate
And to the Fields and Heavens her Tale relate,
In such sad Notes, but yet Harmonious Strain:
Perhaps this Station kindly does retain,
To join her Griefs with my unhappy State;
'Twas my Assurance did my Woe create:
... |
english/griffinb/Z200383332 | 578,368 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. L. [When I the hookes of pleasure first deuowred] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Which vndigested, threaten now to choke me, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | When I the hooks of pleasure first devoured,
Which undigested, threaten now to choke me,
Fortune on me her golden graces shewred,
Oh then delight did to delight provoke me.
Delight, false instrument of my decay,
Delight the nothing that does all things move,
Made me first wander from the perfect way,
An... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134410 | 351,388 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | A Place of Many Waters (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | Infinitely variable water, | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Infinitely variable water,
let seals bob in your silk or loll on Mull
where the lazy fringes rustle; let hull
and screw slew you round, blind heavy daughter
feeling for shores; keep kelpies in loch lairs,
eels gliding, malts mashing, salmon springing;
let the bullers roar to the terns winging
in from a North Sea's Germ... |
english/miltonjo/Z300437800 | 247,715 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Milton, John, 1608-1674 | 1,608 | X. [Daughter to that good Earl, once President] | 1,638 | 14 | Poems (1645) | Daughter to that good Earl, once President | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Daughter to that good Earl, once President
Of England's Counsel, and her Treasury,
Who lived in both, unstained with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Till the sad breaking of that Parlament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chæronea, fatal to liberty
Kil'd with rep... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134407 | 207,249 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | After a Death (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | A writer needs nothing but a table. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | A writer needs nothing but a table.
His pencil races, pauses, crosses out.
Five years ago he lost his friend, without
him he struggles through a different fable.
The one who died, he is the better one.
The other one is selfish, ruthless, he
uses people, floats in and obscure sea
of passion, half-drowns as the livid sun... |
c20-english/car2902/Z300134383 | 124,704 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | Pilate at Fortingall (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | A Latin harsh with Aramaicisms | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | A Latin harsh with Aramaicisms
poured from his lips incessantly; it made
no sense, for surely he was mad. The glade
of birches shamed his rags, in paroxysms
he stumbled, toga'd, furred, blear, brittle, gray.
They told us he sat here beneath the yew
even in downpours; ate dog-scraps. Crows flew
from prehistoric stone to... |
c20-english/ep20026/Z300594835 | 673,497 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Fraser, G. S. (George Sutherland), 1915- | 1,915 | Sonnet | 1,945 | 14 | null | My simple heart, bred in provincial tenderness, | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | My simple heart, bred in provincial tenderness,
And my cold mind, that takes the world for theme,
With local pain, with universal remedy,
Avert the real, disturb the noble dream:
And if my hand could touch you timidly,
Or I could laugh with you, and worry less
About the loud guns laughing over Europe,
I might find a l... |
c20-american/am30068/Z300363632 | 781,767 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | American Poetry | Palmer, Michael, 1943- | 1,943 | Pre‐Petrarchan Sonnet | 1,973 | 14 | null | Someone identical with Dante | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Someone identical with Dante
sits beside a stone. Enough
is enough is enough of.
It's odd that your hand feels warm
(snow carefully falling).
It's odd that the page was torn
just where the snow had begun.
There was never very much.
There is more (less) than there was.
Today it is 84, 74 and 12
and light and dark.
We ar... |
modern/ent1103/Z300575748 | 432,125 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Curry, Neil, 1937- | 1,937 | ANNE HATHAWAY COMPOSES HER 18TH SONNET | 1,967 | 14 | null | I wonder what I ought to do today. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | I wonder what I aught to do today.
This autumn weather's still so temperate
You'd almost think that it was early Maie
And that weed somehow muddled up the date.
I've polished all the silver till it shines;
Some bits were tarnished, all their sheen quite dimmed.
I'ld Like some help, but Will always declines,
Says, 'Cant... |
modern/car2902/Z300134426 | 960,243 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | A Golden Age (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | That must have been a time of happiness. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | That must have been a time of happiness.
The air was mild, the Campsie Fells had vines.
Dirigible parties left soft sky-signs
and bursts of fading music. Who could guess
what they might not accomplish, they had seas
in cities, cities in the sea; their domes
and crowded belvederes hung free, their homes
eagle-high or do... |
english/cottonch/Z300321536 | 38,933 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | Sonnet. IV. [Martha is not so tall, nor yet so fair] | 1,660 | 14 | Poems on Several Occasions (1689) | As any of the other lovely three, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Martha is not so tall, nor yet so fair
As any of the other lovely three,
Her chiefest Grace is poor simplicity,
Yet were the rest away, she were a Star.
She's fair enough, only she wants the art
To set her Beauties off as they can do,
And that's the cause she never herd any woo,
Nor ever yet made conquest of a heart:
... |
english/sbtomkin/Z300493097 | 497,435 | null | English Poetry | Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623 | 1,623 | SIXT SONNET Ex Psal. 102. | 1,653 | 14 | null | null | y | null | 1600-1650 | From profound Centre of my heart I cried
To thee O Lord, Lord let thine Eare draw near me,
To note my Movrnings, and quick-quickly hear me;
Heare my Sad Grones, to thy Sweet Grace applied.
Lord, if thou look with Rigovr down into Us,
To mark our Sin, O who shall then abide it?
But, if with Pardon th... |
modern/car2902/Z300134410 | 655,516 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | Modern Poetry | Morgan, Edwin, 1920- | 1,920 | A Place of Many Waters (1990) | 1,950 | 14 | null | Infinitely variable water, | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Infinitely variable water,
let seals bob in your silk or loll on Mull
where the lazy fringes rustle; let hull
and screw slew you round, blind heavy daughter
feeling for shores; keep kelpies in loch lairs,
eels gliding, malts mashing, salmon springing;
let the bullers roar to the terns winging
in from a North Sea's Germ... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265644 | 344,740 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | On Lydia distracted. A Sonnet. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;With her torn Garments, and with naked Feet, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | With Hairs, which for the Wind to play with, hung,
With her torn Garments, and with naked Feet,
Fair Lydia dancing went from Street to Street,
Singing with pleasant Voice her foolish Song.
On her she drew all Eyes in every Place,
And them to Pity by her Pranks did move,
Which turned with gazing longer ... |
english/cottonch/Z200321784 | 482,378 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | SONNET. [Why dost thou say thou lov'st me now] | 1,660 | 14 | Poems on Several Occasions (1689) | And yet proclam'st it is too late, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Why dost thou say thou lovest me now,
And yet proclam'st it is too late,
When bound by folly, or by fate,
Thou canst no further grace allow?
Repeat no more that killing Voice,
Thou beauteous Victrice of my Heart;
Or find a way to ease my smart,
Maugre thy now repented choice.
'Tis not too late to love, and do
What lo... |
c20-english/abarnett/Z300683485 | 662,742 | null | English Poetry | Barnett, Anthony, 1941- | 1,941 | SONNET II, 217 (239) | 1,971 | 14 | null | The day dawned, and held | null | null | 1900-1950 | The day dawned, and held
and o, joy!
appeared no more.
These graves
lie heaped
with stones.
The traces
slowly blotted.
The sun set,
forsaken.
We descended.
Beyond
a napping gazelle
answered. |
english/edwards2/Z200344663 | 304,205 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET I. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Pleas'd I have travers'd thy Sabrina's flood; | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Cambridge, 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 pretexed with our Country's good)
And tinseled pomp, despised when unde... |
english/griffinb/Z200383329 | 177,285 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XLVII. [I see, I heare, I feele, I know, I rue] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;My fate, my fame, my paine, my losse, my fall; | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | I see, I hear, I feel, I know, I rue
My fate, my fame, my pain, my lose, my fall;
Mishap, reproach, disdain, a crown, her hue,
Cruel still flying, false, fair, funeral
To cross, to shame, bewitch, deceive, and kill
My first proceedings in their flowering bloom.
My worthless pen fast chained to my will,
... |
english/edwards2/Z200344664 | 518,978 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET II. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;“The present hour is all the time we have,” | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Wisely, O Clerk, enjoy the present hour,
"The present hour is all the time we have,"
High God the rest has placed beyond our power,
Consign'd perhaps to grief -- or to the grave.
Wretched the man, who toils ambition's slave;
Who pines for wealth, or sighs for empty fame;
Who rolls in pleasures, which the m... |
modern/car2902/Z300134396 | 933,721 | 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/edwards2/Z200344689 | 213,868 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XXVI. On the Edition of Mr. Pope's Works with a Commentary and Notes. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Deceiv'd and dazzled by the tinsel shew | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | In evil hour did Pope's declining age,
Deceiv'd and dazzled by the tinsel show
Of wordy science and the nauseous flow
Of mean officious flatteries, engage
Thy venal quill to deck his laboured page
With ribald nonsense, and permit to strew,
Amidst his flowers, the baleful weeds, that grow
In that' unble... |
c20-english/abarnett/Z300683492 | 680,592 | null | English Poetry | Barnett, Anthony, 1941- | 1,941 | SONNET II, 266 (290) | 1,971 | 14 | null | I knew certain | null | null | 1900-1950 | I knew certain
this could not help.
It was evening, and now we went.
The sun was setting
between.
When we came to them the young
fall stiffly
upon
their knees.
They lie still
till the morning.
It
thundered.
We went apart. |
c20-english/ep41001/Z300306282 | 77,084 | 1900-1999 Twentieth-Century | English Poetry | Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967 | 1,906 | Sonnet INFANT NOAH | 1,936 | 14 | null | Calm the boy sleeps, though death is in the clouds. | null | Sonnet | 1900-1950 | Calm the boy sleeps, though death is in the clouds.
Smiling he sleeps, and dreams of that tall ship
Moored near the dead stars and the moon in shrouds,
Built out of light, whose faith his hands equip.
It was imagined when remorse of making
Winged the bent, brooding brows of God in doubt.
All distances were narrowed to ... |
english/griffinb/Z200383315 | 399,661 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXXIII. [He that would faine Fidessaes image see] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;My face of force must be his looking glasse: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | He that would feign Fidessa's image see,
My face of force must be his looking glass:
There is she portraide and her cruelty,
Which as a wonder through the world must pass.
But were I dead, she would not be betrayed:
It's I that gainst my will shall make it known,
Her cruelty by me must be bewrayed,
Or I... |
english/hannaypa/Z300385830 | 972,008 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629? | 1,629 | Sonnet XII. | 1,659 | 14 | The Nightingale [etc.] (1622) | Nor can I thinke which way to ease my paine: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | My love is such as I can never obtain,
Nor can I think which way to ease my pain:
If I concealed, theres no hope of relief,
If I bewrai't, scorn will increase my grief.
Grief hid brings soonest death, there help remains,
Reueal'd life lingers, languishing in pains:
Since my loves hopeless, and without relief,
I scorn h... |
english/hollandh/Z200397961 | 652,348 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Holland, Hugh, d. 1633 | 1,633 | To My Lord The King. Sonet Acrosticke. | 1,663 | 14 | Pancharis (1603) | &indent;As King, by most Desert, and onely Right: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Image of God; first as a Man, and then
As King, by most Desert, and only Right:
Man is the King of Creatures, and thy might
Exceedes this too, for thou art King of men.
Sun of our Sphære, may never Clowde up pen
So radiant Beames from thy poor Subjects sighed:
That still our Eyes may see their happy... |
english/edwards2/Z200344692 | 34,562 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XXIX. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;&indent;Has kindly driven me forth the crouded Town | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | O Heberden, whose salutary care
Has kindly driven me forth the crowded Town
To Turrick, and the lonely Country down,
To breathe from Chiltern Hills a purer air,
For thousands' sakes may Heaven indulgent spare
Long, long thy useful life, and blessings crown
Thy healing arts, while well deser... |
english/griffinb/Z200383343 | 788,872 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. LXI. [Fidessaes worth in time begetteth praise] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Time praise, praise, fame, fame wonderment, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Fidessa's worth in time begetteth praise,
Time praise, praise, fame, fame wonderment,
Wonder, fame, praise, time, her worth do raise
To highest pitch of dread astonishment.
Yet time in time her hardened heart bewrayeth,
And praise it self her cruelty dispraiseth:
So that through praise (alas) her praise dec... |
english/miscell2/Z300438882 | 293,101 | 1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET VIII. [Wo worth the man, who in ill hour assay'd] | 1,729 | 14 | null | &indent;To tempt that western frith with vent'rous keel, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Woe worth the man, who in ill hour assayed
To tempt that western frith with venturous keel,
And seek what heaven, regardful of our weal,
Had hid in fogs, and night's eternal shade.
Ill-starr'd Hibernia! well art thou repaid
For all the woes, that Britain made thee feel
By Henry's wrath, and Pembroke's ... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265632 | 978,705 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet, of Petrarc, Going to visit M. Laura, remembers she is lately dead. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;Or rather glorify'd in Heav'n does shine; | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Oh Eyes! Our Sun's extinct, and at and End,
Or rather glorified in Heav'n does shine;
There shall we see her, there does she attend,
And at our long Delay perchance repine.
Alas, my Ears, the Voice you loved to hear,
Is now raised up to the Cœlestial Choire;
And you, my Feet, she's gone that used to steer
... |
english/miscell2/Z300438886 | 589,140 | 1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XII. [W&wblank;, whose dear friendship in the dawning years] | 1,729 | 14 | null | &indent;Of undesigning Childhood first began, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | W&wblank;, 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 large... |
english/griffinb/Z200383293 | 607,251 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XI. [Wing'd with sad woes, why doth faire Zephire blow] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Vpon my face, (the map of discontent) | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Wing'd with sad woes, why does fair Zephire blow
Upon my face, (the map of discontent)
Is it to have the weeds of sorrow grow
So long and thick, that they will never be spent?
No fondling, no, it is to cool the fire,
Which hight desire within thy breast hath made:
Check him but once, and he will soon retire... |
english/griffinb/Z200383299 | 401,081 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XVII. [Sweet stroke (so might I thriue) as I must praise] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;But sweeter hand that giues so sweet a stroke: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Sweet stroke (so might I thrive) as I must praise,
But sweeter hand that gives so sweet a stroke:
The Lute it self is sweetest, when she plays,
But what hear I? a string through fear is broke.
The Lute does shake, as if it were afraid,
Oh sure some Goddess holds it in her hand!
A heavenly power that oft hat... |
english/sbtomkin/Z300493092 | 649,383 | null | English Poetry | Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623 | 1,623 | FIRST SONNET Ex Psal. 6. | 1,653 | 14 | null | &indent;Nor punish me in thy deseru'd displeasure: | y | null | 1600-1650 | Lord, in thy wrath reprove me not seuearly,
Nor punish me in thy deserved displeasure:
Have mercy on my Sinns exceeding measure,
For full of fears, my Soul is vexed drearly.
Save it (O Lord) Almightie-most Supernall,
Save it (alas) from the'uer-neuer Dying:
For who in deep Hell (and fierce Torments ... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265576 | 593,624 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet. Of LOVE. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;If it be Love, what Love is, fain I'd know? | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | If Love it be not, what is this I feel?
If it be Love, what Love is, fain I'ld know?
If good, why the effects severe and ill?
If bade, why do its torments please me so?
If willingly I burn, should I complain?
If 'gainst my will, what helps it to lament?
Oh living Death! o most delightful Pain!
How come... |
english/baxterna/Z200274666 | 83,985 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Baxter, Nathaniel, fl. 1606 | 1,606 | To the vertuous Ladie. M. Agape Wrotha. | 1,636 | 14 | Sir Philip Sydneys Ouránia (1606) | That doth containe a true description, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | In all the Greek None but this word is found,
That does contain a true description,
Of virtues Cardinall, which done abound
In thine Heroical disposition.
Agape shows thy composition:
Love it is called in our Dialect,
Eros is Venerie; but this Dilection,
Chaste, holy, modest, divine and perfect,
Arcadian Sydney gave th... |
english/cottonch/Z200321664 | 889,728 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | Sonnet. [Chloris, whilst thou and I were free] | 1,660 | 14 | Poems on Several Occasions (1689) | Wedded to nought but Liberty, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Chloris, while thou and I were free,
Wedded to nought but Liberty,
How sweetly happy did we live,
How free to promise, free to give?
Then, Monarch's of our selves, we might
Love here, or there, to change delight,
And tied to none, with all dispense,
Paying each Love its recompense.
But in that happy freedom, we
Were ... |
english/griffinb/Z200383300 | 666,810 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXVIII. [Oh she must loue my sorrowes to asswage] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Oh God what ioy felt I when she did smile? | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Oh she must love my sorrows to assuage,
Oh God what joy felt I when she did smile?
Whom killing grief before did cause to rage,
(Beauty is able sorrow to beguile.)
Out traitor absence, thou dost hinder me,
And makest my Mistress often to forget:
Causing me rail upon her cruelty,
Whil'st thou my suit inj... |
english/griffinb/Z200383336 | 536,998 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. LIIII. [If great Apollo offered as a dower] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;His burning throne to Beauties excellence: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | If great Apollo offered as a dower
His burning throne to Beauties excellence:
If Jove himself came in a golden shower
Down to the earth to fetch fair Io thence:
If Venus in the curled locks were tied
Of proud Adonis not of gentle kind:
If Tellus for a shepherd's favour died,
(The favour cruel love to he... |
english/cottonch/Z200321525 | 673,684 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | Sonnet. [What have I left to doe but dye] | 1,660 | 14 | Poems on Several Occasions (1689) | Since Hope, my old Companion, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | What have I left to do but die,
Since Hope, my old Companion,
That trained me from my Infancy,
My Friend, my Comforter is gone?
Oh fawning, false, deceiving Friend!
Accursed be thy Flatteries,
Which treacherously did intend
I should be wretched to be wise:
And so I am; for being taught
To know thy guiles, have only w... |
english/griffinb/Z200383330 | 126,638 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XLVIII. [Mvrder, oh murder! I can crie no longer] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Murder, oh murder! is there none to ayde me? | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Mvrder, o murder! I can cry no longer,
Murder, o murder! is there none to aid me?
Life feeble is in force, death is much stronger:
Then let me die that shame may not upbraid me.
Nothing is left me now but shame or death:
I fear she fears not foul murders gilded,
Nor do I fear to lose a servile breath,
I... |
english/baxterna/Z200274667 | 272,110 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Baxter, Nathaniel, fl. 1606 | 1,606 | To the right vertuous young La: K. Musophile Mansella. | 1,636 | 14 | Sir Philip Sydneys Ouránia (1606) | Though he be chained in obscuritie, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Virtuous young Lady deign Endymion,
Though he be chained in obscurity,
Humbly to send thee salutation:
Presenting thee with Shepherds melody,
As wanting richer means to glorify
Thy noble Knight, and thee, whose high estate,
Ourania crowneth with fælicitie:
Prysing thy youngest years at highest rate.
Noble Sydneian babe... |
english/griffinb/Z200383306 | 84,400 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXIIII. [Striuing is past, ah I must sinke and drowne] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;And that in sight of long descried shore: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Striving is passed, ah I must sink and drown,
And that in sighed of long descried shore:
I cannot send for aid unto the town,
All help is vain, and I must die therefore.
Then poor distressed caitiff, be resolved
To leave this earthly dwelling fraught with care:
Cease will thy woes, thy corpse in earth invol... |
english/richnath/Z300474092 | 601,351 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Richards, Nathaniel, 1611-1660 | 1,611 | Sorrowes Sonnet. | 1,641 | 14 | The Celestiall Publican (1630) | (Alas) we lou'd; and lou'd and lou'd too much | y | Lyric | 1600-1650 | Once, I did love, so loved, and was beloved
As Heau'n was angry sure, else we had proved
No-Star-crost Lovers our true Loves were such,
(Alas) we loved; and loved and loved too much
For see the luck, my Love kept from mine eyes
By her most cruel Friends; for Love she die.
Then, Like a burning Beacon set on fire
At sigh... |
english/kennedyj/Z200409763 | 555,792 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Kennedy, John, fl. 1626 | 1,626 | SONNET. | 1,656 | 14 | A Theological Epitome or Divine Compend (1629) | And lovingly in Faith and Zeale goe sing, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | My Muse Urania strain thy sacred voice
And lovingly in Faith and Zeale go sing,
Shrill hymns to Iovah: let thy Soul rejoice
In blessed Encomiums of that glorious King,
With Helleluiahs make the Heavens to ring,
By Faith, through clouds thy prayer so convoy,
That he who framed both thee and every thing,
Bee pleased to s... |
english/griffinb/Z200383296 | 44,591 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XIIII. [When silent sleepe had closed vp mine eyes] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;My watchfull minde did then begin to muse: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | When silent sleep had closed up mine eyes,
My watchful mind did then begin to muse:
A thousand pleasing thoughts did then arise,
That sought by sleights their master to abuse.
I saw (o heavenly sighed) Fidessa's face,
(And fair dame Nature blushing to behold it)
Now did she laugh, now wink, now smile apace,... |
english/griffinb/Z200383309 | 270,942 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXVII. [Poore worme, poore silly worme, (alas poore beast)] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;Feare makes thee hide thy head within the gro&ubar;d, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Poor worm, poor silly worm, (alas poor beast)
Fear makes thee hide thy head within the gro&ubar;d,
Because of creeping things thou art the least,
Yet every foot gives thee thy mortal wound.
But I thy fellow worm am in worse state,
For thou thy Sun enjoyest, but I want mine:
I live in irksome night: o cruel ... |
english/edwards2/Z200344694 | 618,007 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XXXI. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;To Wisdom's house, where thou mayst rightly spell | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Lawry, whose blissful lot has placed thee near
To Wisdom's house, where thou mayest rightly spell
Of the best means in Virtue to excel;
Science, which never can be prized too dear:
Where thy Great Patron, though in life severe,
Is candid and humane, in doing well
Constant and zealous, studious to repel... |
english/griffinb/Z200383324 | 683,101 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XLII. [When neuer speaking silence proues a wonder] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;When euer‐flying fame at home remaineth, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | When never speaking silence proves a wonder,
When ever-flying fame at home remains,
When all-concealing night keeps darkness under,
When Men devouring wrong, true glory gains:
When Soule-tormenting grief agrees with joy,
When Lucifer foreruns the baleful night,
When Venus does forsake her little boy,
Wh... |
english/hannaypa/Z300385833 | 913,734 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629? | 1,629 | Sonnet XIV. | 1,659 | 14 | The Nightingale [etc.] (1622) | To looke vpon the face of liuing man, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | The loving Lizard takes so much delight
To look upon the face of living man,
As it seems for to feed even by the sighed,
And lives by looks which it enjoyeth than.
But when that pleasing object leaves the place,
(As wanting that which only did it cherish)
It fainting die, deprival of that face
The only cause is why it... |
english/edwards2/Z200344681 | 922,849 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XIX. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;The sacred vessel of Religion guide, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Prelate, whose steady hand, and watchful eye
The sacred vessel of Religion guide,
Secure from Superstition's dangerous tide,
And fateful Rocks of Infidelity;
Think not, in this bade age of obloquy,
When Christian virtues Christians dare deride,
And worth by Party-zele alone is tried,
To 'escape the poi... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265631 | 892,705 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet, of Petrarc, Shewing how long he had lov'd Madonna Laura. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;I catch at Shadows, grasp Air with my Hand; | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Pleasure in Thought, in Weeping Ease I find;
I catch at Shadows, grasp Air with my Hand;
On Seas I float are bounded with no Land;
Plow Water, sow on Rocks, and reap the Wind.
The Sun I gazed so long at, I became
Struck with its Dazling Rays, and lost my Eyes;
I chase a Nimble Doe that always flies,
An... |
english/edwards2/Z200344696 | 286,632 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET XXXIII. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Which greatly stood in Liberty's dear cause, | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | O Hampden, last of that illustrious line,
Which greatly stood in Liberty's dear cause,
Zelous to vindicate our trampled laws
And rights which Britons never can resign,
From the wild claim of impious Right Divine,
Then when fell Tyranny with harpy claws
Had seized it's prey, and the devouring jaws
Of th... |
english/griffinb/Z200383341 | 511,607 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. LIX. [Doe I vnto a cruell Tyger pray] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;That praies on me as wolfe vpon the Lambes? | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Doe I unto a cruel Tyger prey,
That prays on me as wolf upon the Lambs?
(Who fear the danger both of night and day,
And run for succour to their tender dammes)
Yet will I prey (though she be ever cruel)
On bent knee, and with submissive heart:
She is the fire, and I must be the fuel,
She must inflict, a... |
english/griffinb/Z200383305 | 254,326 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXIII. [Flye to her heart, houer about her heart] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | With daintie kisses mollifie her heart: | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Fly to her heart, hover about her heart,
With dainty kisses mollify her heart:
Pierce with thy arrows her obdurate heart,
With sweet allurements ever move her heart.
At midday and at midnight touch her heart,
Be lurking closely, nestle about her heart:
With power, (thou art a God) command her heart,
Kindle thy coals of... |
english/cottonch/Z200321785 | 10,198 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687 | 1,630 | SONNET. [Why dost thou say thy Heart is gon] | 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 another's 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?
Dost thou not know when first our Loves
Were pl... |
english/woodford/Z300542175 | 213,803 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700 | 1,636 | SONNET. To the now M&superr;&supers;. M. W. under the feigned Name of Iärma, with the Parable of the Pilgrim. | 1,666 | 14 | A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679) | &indent;In search of that fair Place, where Heav'n design'd, | y | null | 1600-1650 | A tedious Age, I Like this Pilgrim spent,
In search of that fair Place, where Heav'n designed,
I should and end of all my Travels find;
But still I strayed the more, the more I went,
I strayed till Clelia in a Vision sent
Illustrious Rays, diffused over all my Mind,
And made me see the Way lay far b... |
english/griffinb/Z200383308 | 896,635 | 1500-1580 Tudor | English Poetry | Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602 | 1,602 | SONNET. XXVI. [The sillie bird that hasts vnto the net] | 1,632 | 14 | Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596) | &indent;And flutters to and fro till she be taken, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | The silly bird that hasts unto the net,
And flutters to and from till she be taken,
Doth look some food or succour there to get,
But loses life, so much is she mistaken.
The foolish fly that flies to the flame,
With ceaseless hovering, and with restless flight,
Is burned straight to ashes in the same,
A... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265590 | 916,536 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet. On the Picture of Cavalier Guarini, Author of Il Pastor Fido, painted by the Famous Borgianni, and set up in his Funeral Pile at Rome. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;Your Verses consecrate, and Statues reare, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | You, who to Fam'd Guarini, now he's dead,
Your Verses consecrate, and Statues rear,
For that sweet Padan Swan your Tears have shed,
Sweetest that ever did, or will sing here.
Behold this Picture on his Fun'ral Pile,
Your mournful Spirits ''twill with Joy revive,
Tho' that' Artist cheats your Senses all the... |
english/edwards2/Z200344671 | 954,281 | 1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century | English Poetry | Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757 | 1,699 | SONNET IX. | 1,729 | 14 | Sonnets (1758) | &indent;Fair paragon of merit feminine; | y | Sonnet | 1650-1700 | Peace to thy ashes, to thy memory Fame,
Fair paragon of merit feminine;
In forming whom kind Nature did inshrine
A mind angelic in a faultless frame;
Through every stage of changing life the same,
How did thy bright example ceaseless shine;
And every grace with every virtue join,
To raise the Virgin's ... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265650 | 676,534 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | A Sonnet. Written by Sig. Fra. Gorgia, who was born as they were carrying his Mother to her Grave. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;As She, Oh Blessed She! who gave me Breath, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Unhappy I came from my Mother's Womb,
As She, Oh Blessed She! who gave me Breath,
Having received the Fatal Stroak of Death,
By weeping Friends was carried to her Tomb.
The Sorrow I expressed, and grievous Cries,
Love's Tribute were, for her to Heav'n was gone,
My Coffin, and my Cradle, both were one,
... |
english/hannaypa/Z300385837 | 865,255 | 1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline | English Poetry | Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629? | 1,629 | Sonnet XVII. | 1,659 | 14 | The Nightingale [etc.] (1622) | First did inflame my heart with louing fires, | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | When I consider well how Cupid kind
First did inflame my heart with loving fires,
And did remove the quiet of my mind,
And for it placed wake-rife (yet deer) desires:
And how the friend I truly did affect
With Like sincerity repaid my love:
How we did strive each other to respect,
And no contention else did ever prove... |
english/ayresphi/Z300265614 | 892,833 | 1660-1700 Restoration | English Poetry | Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712 | 1,638 | The RESOLUTION. A Sonnet of Petrarc, out of Italian. | 1,668 | 14 | Lyric Poems (1687) | &indent;And cheat us Mortals ignorant and blind! | y | Sonnet | 1600-1650 | Oh Time! Oh rolling Heavens, that fly so fast,
And cheat us Mortals ignorant and blind!
Oh fugitive Day, swifter than Bird or Wind!
Your Frauds I see, by all my Suff'rings passed.
But pardon me, 'this I my self must blame,
Nature that spreads your Wings, and makes you fly,
To me gave Eyes, that I my Il... |
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