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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 511. | Sonnet to Lake Leman by Lord Byron | | Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De StaŠ»l --
Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore,
Thy shore of names like these! wert thou no more,
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| 512. | Sonnet - to Genevra by Lord Byron | | Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe,
And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush
Its rose of whiteness with the brightest blush,
My h... |
| 513. | Sonnet by John Masefield | | FLESH, I have knocked at many a dusty door,
Gone down full many a midnight lane,
Probed in old walls and felt along the floor,
Pressed in blind ... |
| 514. | Sonnet 30 (Fire And Ice) by Edmund Spenser | | My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
how comes it then that this her cold so great
is not dissolv'd through my so hot desire,
but harder grows, t... |
| 515. | Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser | | One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde, and made ... |
| 516. | Sonnet 54 by Edmund Spenser | | Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troub... |
| 517. | Sonnet 81 by Edmund Spenser | | Fair is my love, when her fair golden hears
with the loose wind the waving chance to mark:
fair when the rose in her red cheeks appears,
or in her... |
| 518. | Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser | | One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde, and made ... |
| 519. | Sonnet LIIII by Edmund Spenser | | OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay,
My loue lyke the Spectator ydly sits
beholding me that all the pageants play,
disguysing diuersly my troub... |
| 520. | Sonnet I by Edmund Spenser | | HAppy ye leaues when as those lilly hands,
which hold my life in their dead doing might
shall handle you and hold in loues soft bands,
lyke captiue... |
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