Elizabethan Sonnets Volume 2

Elizabethan Sonnets Volume 2

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ... sweet with sour is tempered still, That maketh it be coveted the more: For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store. Why then should I account of little pain, That endless pleasure shall unto me gain! is SONNET XXVII. AiR Proud! now tell me, why should fair be proud, Sith all world's glory is but dross unclean, And in the shade of death itself shall shroud, However now thereof ye little ween 1 That goodly idol, now so gay beseen, Shall doff her flesh's borrow'd fair attire, And be forgot as it had never been, That many now much worship and admire! Ne any then shall after it inquire, Ne any mention shall thereof remain, But what this verse, that never shall expire, Shall to your purchase with her thankless pain! Fair! be no longer proud of that shall perish; But that, which shall you make immortal, cherish. SONNET XXVIII. he laurel-leaf, which you this day do wear, Gives me great hope of your relenting mind; For since it is the badge which I do bear, Ye, bearing it, do seem to me inclin'd: The power thereof, which oft in me I find, Let it likewise your gentle breast inspire With sweet infusion, and put you in mind Of that proud maid, whom now those leaves attire, --Proud Daphne, scorning Phoebus' lovely fire, On the Thessalian shore from him did fly: For which the gods, in their revengeful ire, Did her transform into a laurel-tree. Then fly no more, fair Love, from Phoebus' chase, But in your breast his leaf and love embrace. SONNET XXIX. ee! how the stubborn damsel doth deprave My simple meaning with disdainful scorn; And by the bay, which I unto her gave, Accounts myself her captive quite forlorn. The bay (quoth she) is of the victors born, Yielded them by the vanquish'd as their meeds, And they therewith..show more

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  • Paperback | 116 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 222g
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236559401
  • 9781236559401