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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 811. | Autumnal Sonnet by William Allingham | | Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
And night by night the monitory blast
Wails in the... |
| 812. | A Calendar of Sonnets: April by Helen Hunt Jackson | | No days such honored days as these! While yet
Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
For some fair thing which should forever bide
On earth, h... |
| 813. | A Calendar of Sonnets: August by Helen Hunt Jackson | | Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insec... |
| 814. | A Calendar of Sonnets: December by Helen Hunt Jackson | | The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
The brook it... |
| 815. | A Calendar of Sonnets: February by Helen Hunt Jackson | | Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,... |
| 816. | A Calendar of Sonnets: January by Helen Hunt Jackson | | O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! ... |
| 817. | A Calendar of Sonnets: July by Helen Hunt Jackson | | Some flowers are withered and some joys have died;
The garden reeks with an East Indian scent
From beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent;
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| 818. | A Calendar of Sonnets: June by Helen Hunt Jackson | | O month whose promise and fulfilment blend,
And burst in one! it seems the earth can store
In all her roomy house no treasure more;
Of all her w... |
| 819. | A Calendar of Sonnets: March by Helen Hunt Jackson | | Month which the warring ancients strangely styled
The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways
Were any month of peace!--in thy rough days
I fi... |
| 820. | A Calendar of Sonnets: May by Helen Hunt Jackson | | O Month when they who love must love and wed!
Were one to go to worlds where May is naught,
And seek to tell the memories he had brought
From ea... |
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