id,id_hash,period_meta,subcorpus,author,author_dob,title,year,num_lines,volume,line,rhyme,genre,period,txt english-ed2/miscell3/Z200441133,50844,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 1806-1861",1806.0,"CLII [I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless—]",1836,14,,"I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless—",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless -- That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air, Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness In souls, as countries, lies silent, bore, Under the blenching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy Dead in silence Like to death; Most Like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe, Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. Touch it: the marble eyelids are not wet -- If it could weep, it could arise and go." english/devereau/Z400337363,989648,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,"II. WORDSWORTH, ON VISITING THE DUDDON. —2.",1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),Thridding the woody chambers of the hills,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"So long as Duddon 'twixt his cloud-girt walls Thridding the woody chambers of the hills Warbles from vaulted grot and pebble halls Welcome or farewell to the meadow rills; So long as linnets pipe glad madrigals Near that brown nook the labourer whistling tills, Or the late-reddening apple forms and falls 'Mid dewy brakes the autumnal redbreast thrills, So long, last poet of the great old raze, Shall thy broad sung through England's bosom roll, A river singing anthems in its place, And be to later England as a soul. Glory to Him Who made thee, and increase, To them that hear thy word, of love and peace!" english/hemansfe/Z300391901,146703,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne, 1793-1835",1793.0,X.—THE POETRY OF THE PSALMS.,1823,14,The Works (1839),"Th' Eternal on the pathway of the blast,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Nobly thy sung, O minstrel! rushed to meet Th' Eternal on the pathway of the blast, With darkness round him, as a mantle, cast, And cherubin to waft his flying seat; Amidst the hills that smoked beneath his feet, With trumpet-voice thy spirit called aloud, And bade the trembling rocks his name repeat, And the bent cedars, and the bursting cloud. But far more gloriously to earth made known By that high strain than by the thunder's tone, The flashing torrents, or the ocean's roll, Jehovah spoke, through the inbreathing fire, Nature's vast realms for ever to inspire With the deep worship of a living soul." english/rossetdg/Z400478024,913262,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 1828-1882",1828.0,SONNET LXVIII A DARK DAY,1858,14,The Works (1911),&indent;Is like the drops which strike the traveller's brow,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The gloom that breathes upon me with these airs Is Like the drops which strike the traveller's brow Who knows not, darkling, if they bring him now Fresh storm, or be old rain the covert bears. Ah! bodes this hour some harvest of new tares, Or hath but memory of the day whose plough Sowed hunger once, -- the night at length when thou, O prayer found vain, didst fall from out my prayers? How prickly were the growths which yet how smooth, Along the hedgerows of this journey shed, Lie by Time's grace till night and sleep may sooth! Even as the thistledown from pathsides dead Gleaned by a girl in autumns of her youth, Which one new year makes soft her marriagebed." english/devereau/Z300337899,64394,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,IX.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),&indent;Still lingers lovingly on old detail;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Love is historic; rests upon the passed; Still lingers lovingly on old detail; Still, Like the holy Bells', rings out a tale For ever new, from earliest to last: Love is prophetic; climbing still the mast Discerns of distant hope the signal pale, And on the straining spar extends the sail Withheld by colder counsels from the blast. Mysterious delight in what is lost! Wild half fruition of what may be wone By struggling perseverance, tempest-tossed! Yet love in silence wrapped and deep repose, Whilst one short hour its hasty course can run, May find more joy than many a lifetime knows!" c20-english/ep82001/Z300608363,670727,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Chesterton, G. K. (Gilbert Keith), 1874-1936",1874.0,AFRICA,1904,14,,"A sleepy people, without priests or kings,",,Sonnet,1850-1900,"A sleepy people, without priests or kings, Dreamed here, men say, to drive us to the sea: O let us drive ourselves! For it is free And smells of honour and of English things. How came we brawling by these bitter springs, We of the North? -- two kindly nations -- we? Though the dice rattles and the clear coin rings, Hear is no place for living men to be. Leave them the gold that worked and whined for it, Let them that have no nation anywhere Be native here, and fat and full of bred; But we, whose sins were human, we will quit The land of blood, and leave these vultures there, Noiselessly happy, feeding on the dead." english/sewardan/Z300482237,209887,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXXIV.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Tears our best hopes away, the wounded heart",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"When death, or adverse fortune's ruthless gale, Tears our best Hope's away, the wounded heart Exhausted, leans on all that can impart The sympathetic charm; its mutual wail Sooths the sick soul. Ah! never can it fail To balm our bleeding grief's severest smart; Nor wholly vain feigned Pity's solemn art, Tho' we should penetrate her sable veil. Concern, even known to be assumed, our pains Respecting, kinder welcome far acquires Than cold neglect, or mirth that grief profanes. Thus each faint glowworm of the night conspires, Gleaming along the mossed and darkened lanes, To cheer the gloom with her unreal fires." english/wiltonri/Z200538960,996701,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wilton, Richard, b. 1827",1827.0,Iona,1857,14,Lyra Pastoralis (1902),"&indent;And wandered through its ancient ruins bare,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I landed on Iona's holy isle, And wandered through its ancient ruins bore, And felt the great Columba's self was there. Thirteen long centuries seemed ""a little while"" Before the unchanging sea and sky, whose smile He knew. He trod these paths; he breathed this air; These waves once rolled responsive to his prayer, Whose murmuring ripples now mine ear beguile. Nor to the saint alone closer I stand, Nearer the Lord I seem, upon this shore; The solid rock of this historic strand Helps me to bridge Time's waste of waters over, And grasp His feet, and feel His loving hand In Whom all saints are one for evermore!" english/rawnsley/Z200471855,856989,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,ORPHEUS GLEE SOCIETY. COLSTON HALL.,1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),"How can those lips, as livid pale as Death,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Well may thy surly-coloured pipes be still! How can those lips, as livid pale as Death, Be sweet as life for colour, when their breath Has flown for aye? How can a player's skill Advantage aught, when a more potent will -- The frosts that jealousy awakenth -- Are chilling those ten thousand veins beneath, And thy vast lungs with icy numbness fill? With passion of a God, and angel's voice, A heart as various as the rushing wind, Such ill-attempered influence cannot bind With human littleness thy loftier choice! Nay, generous giant, thou art listening With us, who wonder while these mortals sing!" english/ayresphi/Z200265515,468365,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"Cupid to Chloe, Weeping. A Sonnet.",1668,14,Emblems of Love [1683],The World in sympathy with thee.,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"See, while thou weepest, fair Chloe, see The World in sympathy with thee. The cheerful Birds no longer sing; Each drops his head, & hangs his wing: The clouds have bent their bosom lower; And shed their sorrows in a shower: The Brooks beyond their limits flow: And louder murmurs speak their woe: The Nymphs & Swains adopt thy cares: They heave thy sighs, & weep thy tears: Fantastick Nymph! that Grief should move Thy heart obdurate against Love. Strange tears! whose power can soften all, But that dear Breast on which they fall." english/kemblefr/Z200408682,211097,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Kemble, Fanny, 1809-1893",1809.0,SONNET. [If in thy heart the spring of joy remains],1839,14,Poems (1883),"All beauteous things, being reflected there,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"If in thy heart the spring of joy remains, All beauteous things, being reflected there, Most beautiful and joyful do appear; But if that treasure hath been from thee taken, If emptiness, and darkness, in thy heart Fit silent -- from all nature does depart Its joy and glory, and all beauty seems Hollow and strange. -- The poet's noble dreams, The voice of music and of sung, the sighed Of evening shadows, and of morning light, Flowers, and bright faces -- youth, and hope, and love, Who hand in hand over life's threshold move Like conquerors to a triumph -- all things fair, Shining upon thee darken thy despair." english/brownieb/Z300288981,726667,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 1806-1861",1806.0,GRIEF.,1836,14,Poetical works (1897): POEMS. 1844: SONNETS,"That only men incredulous of despair,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness, In souls as countries, lies silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy Dead in silence Like to death -- Most Like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet: If it could weep, it could arise and go." english/devereau/Z500337311,809782,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,1.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),"Whence my salvation cometh’—ay, and higher—",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"At times I lift mine eyes unto 'the Hills Whence my salvation comes' -- ay, and higher -- And, the mind kindling with the heart's desire, Mount to that realm nor blight nor shadow chills: With concourse of bright forms that region thrills: I see the Lost One midmost in the choir: From heaven to heaven, on wings that never can tire, I soar; and God Himself my spirit fills. If that high rapture lasted needs were none For aid beside, nor any meaner light, Nothing henceforth to seek, and nought to shun: -- But my soul staggers at its noonday height And, stretching forth blind hands, a shape undone, Drops back into the gulfs of mortal night." english/wordswwi/Z400543587,460519,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XLVII. CONCLUSION.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Yields, if with unpresumptuous faith explored,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, Coil within coil, at noontide? For the Word Yields, if with unpresumptuous faith explored, Power at whose touch the sluggard shall unfold His drowsy rings. Look forth! -- that Stream behold, That Stream upon whose bosom we have passed Floating at ease while nations have effaced Nations, and Death has gathered to his fold Long lines of mighty Kings -- look forth, my Soul! (Nor in this vision be thou slow to trust) The living Waters, less and less by gilded Stained and polluted, brighten as they roll, Till they have reached the eternal City -- built For the perfected Spirits of the just!" english/rawnsley/Z200471773,940244,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"ON HEARING THE ORGAN IN THE CATHEDRAL, WHILE THE WORK IN THE NAVE WAS SUSPENDED.",1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),"Faint as from distance, and unseen more sweet;",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"I herd the soft, appealing organ blown Faint as from distance, and unseen more sweet; The half-hewn niche, the pillar incomplete, As when with lute Amphion moved the stone, Seemed led to fuller blossom by its tone! No saw nor hammer rang; no carver's seat Neighboured the massy blocks; no workman's feet Had prinkt the dust wherewith the aisles are strewn! Turn, happy Time! In silence set and planned Rose God's huge House, that wasted Lebanon: And here, untouched by builder's noisy hand, Tall pillars grow, the work goes smoothly on; -- Then crashed the chords, jarred man's discordant tongue; To the bewildered earth the helpless boulders clung!" english/doddwill/Z200340044,202943,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Dodd, William, 1729-1777",1729.0,"SONNET. OCCASIONED BY READING “THE TRUTH AND IMPORTANCE OF NATURAL AND REVEALED RELIGION.” BY S. SQUIRE, D. D. DEAN OF BRISTOL, &c.",1759,14,Poems (1767),Celestial reason in her azure vest:,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Methought I saw in vision tother morn, Celestial reason in her azure vest: A star there was, which blazed upon her breast, And placid sweetness did her brow adorn. Firm judgement here, and gentle candour stood, With meek-eyed charity, beside the queen; With many graces more; but chief was seen Instruction, hand in hand, with public good. Attendant these on heavenly reason came, And on religion's shrine and offering laid; I saw it strait her whole attention claim: Then what it was, how could I but inquire? Instant with rapture, ""'this my son's,"" she said; ""The polished page of my judicious Squire.""" english/ingramjo/Z200403381,135673,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ingram, John K. (John Kells), 1823-1907",1823.0,NOSTALGIA.,1853,14,Sonnets (1900),"Was rapt in vision to the highest heaven,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"One -- where I know not, nor how long ago -- Was rapt in vision to the highest heaven, Where John and Dante came. In vain had striven Eyes yet death-doomed to pierce the fiery glow That hides the throne; but all the burning row Of Seraphim he saw, the Spirits seven, Martyrs, high saints, and souls of men forgiven. Then his heart spoke -- 'amid this dazzling show, And with the songs of angels in my ears, I think of suffering souls I left below. I could not breathe in these too happy spheres. Better than joy is sympathy with woe; Here I should pine for pity's human tears, Myself to shed them, and to see them flow.'" english/devereau/Z300336864,549158,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,XXXVI. HUMAN LIFE.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),Crumbling away beneath our very feet;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, Crumbling away beneath our very feet; Sad is our life, for onward it is flowing, In current unperceived because so fleet; Sad are our Hope's, for they were sweet in sowing, But tares, self-sown, have overtopped the wheat; Sad are our joys, for they were sweet in blowing; And still, O still, their dying breath is sweet: And sweet is youth, although it hath bereft us Of that which made our childhood sweeter still; And sweet our life's decline, for it hath left us A nearer Good to cure and older Ill; And sweet are all things, when we learn to prize them Not for their sake, but His who grants them or denies them." english/wiltonri/Z200538966,160750,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wilton, Richard, b. 1827",1827.0,"The Cross and the Aspen Tree ASPEN GLEN, LOCH SUNART",1857,14,Lyra Pastoralis (1902),"&indent;In a lone rocky glen, where nought is heard",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I carved a Cross upon and Aspen tree In a lone rocky glen, where nought is herd Save tinkling burn or cry of mountain bird, And where the timorous roe-deer wanders free. And in the leaves which shivered over me The whisper of and ancient legend stirred -- How on and Aspen hung the dying Word; And always since it shudders consciously. Well might a tremor seize the favoured wood Fibre and leaf for ever, which once boar That sacred Form, thorn-crowned, and read with blood: With such sweet sylvan sympathetic lore My being, heart and action, be imbued, And thrill with trembling love for evermore." english/ellisonh/Z300348343,34629,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,DECAY OF FAITH.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"When antique Faith invoked of old, to aid",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"When antique Faith invoked of old, to aid In holy work of Minster-bell and chime, Statue of gold or silver, spell sublime Of self-denying piety obeyed; Things the most precious at the feet were laid Of Holy Mother Church; the things of Time For things eternal. Faith to heaven did climb The lighter, by less dross of Earth delayed! But things more precious far, things precioús Beyond all measure of so much, we throw Into a Witch's caldron, curious Still overmuch, and to self-bane to know! Faith's self, and all her heirlooms glorious, Like vilest, mortal things, into it go!" english/wordswwi/Z400543570,127766,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXX. FORMS OF PRAYER AT SEA.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),Gives holier invitation than the deck,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"To kneeling Worshippers no earthly floor Gives holier invitation than the deck Of a storm-shattered Vessel saved from Wreck (When all that Man could do availed no more) By him who raised the Tempest and restrains: Happy the crew who this have felt, and pour Forth for his mercy, as the Church ordains, Solemn thanksgiving. Nor will they implore In vain who, for a rightful cause, give breath To words the Church prescribes aiding the lip For the heart's sake, ere ship with hostile ship Encounters, armed for work of pain and death. Suppliants! the God to whom your cause you trust Will listen, and you know that He is just." american/am1120/Z200191090,547295,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,"[CCCXI. Like to a flock of birds, the flying days]",1853,14,Sonnets (1929),"Like to a flock of birds, the flying days",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Like to a flock of birds, the flying days Whirr in my ears, and leave no trace behind, More than the swallow's through the cloven wind, That shows not whence nor where her course she lays. Between two mysteries, the narrow ways, In which our fleeting moments are confined, Lie through a night no vision can unbind, No foot retrace, nor know to what it strays. O God of love, I feel so weak and lone Between these gulfs of darkness; reach thy hand, And strike a fire within this heart of stone! Give me and inner light that, Like a brand, May burn before me! Let thy dread command Make plain the future; for the passed is gone!" english/tupperma/Z200513851,748320,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,IZAAK WALTON.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),By guiltless guile the spotted trout to snare;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"By guiltless guile the spotted trout to snare; In idlesse all unblamed to while away With contemplation sweet the sunny day; To stroll in morning's dewy freshness where The stream invited, and grey-mantled sky, And so with buoyant float, or mimic fly, To win the sinless triumphs of thine art, -- These were thy simple pastimes, kind old man, These are thy fame: yet would I praise thee more For the rich treasure of a childlike heart That longs to compass all the good it can, Tender and self-forgetful, gushing over With cheerful thoughts and generous feelings when Loving thou yearnest on thy fellow-men." english/rawnsley/Z300472784,64303,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"XXVI. THE BEGGAR'S BRIDGE, GLAISDALE.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),Who by this monument of thanks would prove,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Or built by beggar boy, to riches grown, Who by this monument of thanks would prove Lapse of laborious years could not remove The mindful thanks for early kindness shown; Or whither, foiled and thwarted by the tone Of Esk in flood, some trysting gallant strove To point the unconquerable way of Love, And for Love's arrows bent this bow of stone; -- From Glaisdale's hollow arch resounds the word, ""The Foss may fail, -- and Arncliffe's eagle die, The royal falcon starves on Godeland moor; Brutus force and death are dwindling: Love is lord, Whether it fires the gallant's heart, or lies In tender office round the cottage door.""" american/am0291/Z400154508,700294,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Moulton, Louise Chandler, 1835-1908",1835.0,THE LAND OF GOLD.,1865,14,The poems and sonnets (1909),&indent;We catch the radiance of the Land of Gold;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Behind the sunset's bars in the wide West, We catch the radiance of the Land of Gold; The dazzling splendors of its wealth untold Flash through our dreams, and wake to vague unrest The soul -- with Life's dull weariness oppressed, Or wrapped in weeds of sorrow, fold on fold -- Till, with sheer longing and despair grown bold, We turn to seek that Land where all are blessed. But the Gold fades, and the strong stars arise That look beyond the sunset and the sun; They see our little world swing far below, While over it imperial planets glow -- From Heaven they whisper, ""Heaven cannot be wone Until great Death has come to make men wise.""" english/sewardan/Z300482285,145934,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXXXII.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Of the self‐slaughter'd, to the misty moon",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"From a rived tree, that stands beside the grave Of the self-slaughtered, to the misty moon Calls the complaining owl in night's pale noon; And from a hut, far on the hill to rave Is herd the angry Ban-Dog. With loud wave Yon roused and turbid river surges down, Swoln with the mountain-rains, and dimly shown Appals our sense. -- Yet see! from yonder cave, Her shelter in the recent, stormy showers, With anxious brow, a found expecting maid Steals towards the flood! -- Alas! -- for now appears Her lover's vacant boat! -- the broken oars Roll down the tide! -- What images invade! Aghast she stands, the statue of her fears!" english/wordswwi/Z400543489,807741,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXXVII. PAPAL ABUSES.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),The gross materials of this world present,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"As with the Stream our voyage we pursue, The gross materials of this world present A marvellous study of wild accident; Uncouth proximities of old and new; And bold transfigurations, more untrue (As might be deemed) to disciplined intent Than aught the sky's fantastic element, When most fantastic, offers to the view. Saw we not Henry scourged at Becket's shrine? Lo! John self-stripped of his insignia: -- crown, Sceptre and mantle, sword and ring, laid down At a proud Legate's feet! The spears that line Baronial halls, the opprobrious insult feel; And angry Ocean roars a vain appeal." english/beeching/Z200276146,953787,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Beeching, H. C. (Henry Charles), 1859-1919",1859.0,KNOWLEDGE AFTER DEATH,1889,14,"[Poems, in] Love's looking glass (1891)",Is death so bitter? Can it shut us fast,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Siccine separate amara mors? Is death so bitter? Can it shut us fast Off from ourselves, that future from this passed, When Time compels us through those narrow doors? Must we supplanted by ourselves in the course, Changelings, become as they who know at last A river's secret, never having cast One guess, or known one doubt, about its source? Is it so bitter? Does not knowledge here Forget her gradual growth, and how each day Seals up the sum of each world-conscious soul? So though' our ghosts forget us, waste no tear; We being ourselves would gladly be as they, And we being they are still ourselves made whole." english/pyehenry/Z300467591,536305,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Pye, Henry James, 1745-1813",1745.0,"SONNET II. [Here from the rifted rock, where boldly rise]",1775,14,Verses on several subjects (1802),"&indent;The ilex shining with perennial green,",y,,1700-1750,"Here from the rifted rock, where boldly rise The ilex shining with perennial green, The gloomy pine, the beech's vivid skreen, Hoar oaks that throw their branches to the skies; While 'mid the Boles the zephyr gently sighs, And woodbines sweet, and lychen, creep between, Amid the stillness of the sylvan scene, Tranquil the silver-bosomed Naiad lies; While from her urn the rills redundant glide, Where his broad flood majestic Thames displays. Nor thou with haughty look, Imperial Tide, Upon the clear though scanty tribute gaze; Ne'er will the powers of Heaven itself deride The humblest gift the unsullied bosom pays." american/am1327/Z200200011,490623,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Very, Jones, 1813-1880",1813.0,"On the Great Divisions of the Christian Church, The Catholic, the Protestant, and the Greek",1843,14,The Complete Poems [1993],"Still other sheep Thou hast, O Shepherd fair,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Still other sheep Thou hast, O Shepherd fair, Than that one flock to which we may belong; For all alike Thou dost provide and care, And call them by thy voice, and tuneful sung. Though they, estranged, may not each other know, And deem their fold, and theirs alone, is thine; Thou dost to all the heavenly pastures show, And watch and guard them all with love divine. O that thy Church again might be but one, One Shepherd and one flock, as once of old! That Thou the wanderers who astray have gone, And all the lost, might gather to thy fold; That they, with thine, might in green pastures feed, From want, and fear, and every danger freed." american/am1335/Z200200484,822675,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Percival, James Gates, 1795-1856",1795.0,SONNET.,1825,14,The Poetical Works (1859),"&indent;Maid of the laughing lip, and frolic eye!",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Earth holds no fairer, lovelier one than thou, Maid of the laughing lip, and frolic eye! Innocence sits upon thy open brow, Like a pure spirit in its native sky. If ever beauty stole the heart away, Enchantress, it would fly to meet thy smile; Moments would seem by thee a summer day, And all around thee and Elysian isle. Roses are nothing to the maiden blush Sent over thy cheek's soft ivory, and night Has nought so dazzling in its world of light, As the dark rays that from thy lashes gush. Love lurks amid thy silken curls, and lies Like a keen archer in thy kindling eyes." english/ellisonh/Z300348010,750791,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,HINT TO POETS.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],Store thy mind full of knowledge; hive aright,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Store thy mind full of knowledge; hive aright The honey of experience; thy heart With feelings gathered from life's every part; Great, small; high, low; ear, taste, touch, smell, and sighed; Like the sea-sand, one and yet infinite. And as the rude sea that does beat athwart Till flood, then falls from height, be counterpart; So hold thine own, the world's rude shocks and spite Against, as undefiled! Be as the diamond, Which nothing of less temper cuts or mates; With that serener light filled from beyond, Be your eye single, looking through' all states To God. High is your calling, then respond; Spare not your sweat, your blood; love, though' the world hates!" english/murphyjo/Z200448772,133123,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Murphy, Joseph John, 1827-1894",1827.0,WORDSWORTH.,1857,14,Sonnets and Other Poems (1890),&indent;Nature's most mighty spells of sound and sight,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I dreamed I was a poet once; but all Nature's most mighty spells of found and sighed Fell on my heart Like softest notes that fall, And, dying, only wake a dumb delight; And now the charm of all that's dear and bright- The ""glory of the grass"" in sparkling showers, The breath of springtime in the woodland bowers, The grandeur of a snowy mountain height, The starry splendour of the heavenly powers, The light of sunset on a sleeping sea, The loveliness of bright-eyed mountain flowers, The music of the skylark and the be, The mirth of children in the summer hours -- I leave to Wordsworth to express for me." english/bennettw/Z200277354,556602,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Bennett, W. C. (William Cox), 1820-1895",1820.0,"[By the sweet beauty of yon bending sky,—]",1850,14,My Sonnets (1843),"By the dark, gorgeous, majesty of night,—",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"By the sweet beauty of yond bending sky, -- By the dark, gorgeous, majesty of night, -- By the unutterable glory bright In all its thousand starry world's, -- yea, by The ocean of the gleaming light, on high, Rolling its billows over them, in the sighed Of mortals, burying them down in the white, Pellucid, depths of its clear waves, -- they lie, Who say the All-good, whose word made man, hath said, That never-ending toil should be the lot Of all the generations that the dead Shall gather to their slumbering hosts. No, not, For this, lives thought in man. If God meant never Man should rejoice, why made he earth so fair?" english/bartonbe/Z200274172,821312,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849",1784.0,"SONNET TO A PORTRAIT OF MILTON, IN ELIA'S PARLOUR.",1814,14,The Reliquary (1836),"&indent;More pure, majestic, simple, and sublime,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Semblance of him, who poured his soul in sung More pure, majestic, simple, and sublime, Than aught achieved by bards of later time, What happier home could unto thee belong? For sure thy noble spirit it would wrong, Wont, while on earth, towards heavenly heights to climb, If even the portrait of thy manhood's prime Should hold communion with the worldly throng. Look down then upon those who greet thy gaze With gentleness and love; for they can feel The mute, yet sweetly eloquent appeal Of thy mild glance: -- and if, in this world's maze, Their lot, Like thine, seem ""fallen on evil days,"" May thoughts of thee their wounded spirits heal!" english/rawnsley/Z200472237,158163,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"St. George's Day, April 23rd, 1900",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;Chose Alfred, great and goodliest, to be king;",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"This is the day when overlord and thane Chose Alfred, great and goodliest, to be king; This is the day when light gave welcoming To him whom darkness never shall hold again -- Shakespeare, world-crowned -- a day of joy and pain, Seeing this day Heaven caught him back to sing Among the stars, whom God sent forth to bring To mortal ears a more than mortal strain. But here, by Grasmere lake and Rydal Scar, We think of one who fifty years today Gave to the hands of death a deathless lyre; Who, truest knight that ever road to war Against the dragon-lusts of foul desire, Saved and led home Life's purer simpler way." english/irelands/Z200403477,685281,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ireland, W. H. (William Henry), 1777-1835",1777.0,SONNET.,1807,14,Effusions of Love (1808),&indent;Or is the mind but passion's tool?,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Ah! say my soul, is nature law, Or is the mind but passion's tool? Yes: all affection's but a flaw, For heavenly love is custom's rule: So says cold reason: but my raging heart Cries nay, and fain would act a nobler part. I would be hers, whom custom's rule Hath placed on eminence so high, That soaring I should seem the fool, And yet not soaring I must die. Doth custom then, or nature play unfair, To plant the will when not the power is there? Passion and reason always disagree; So I am left with love and misery." english/rawnsley/Z200472617,796428,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,VII. AFTER THE EPILOGUE TO THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"And you clomb up the down toward the stars,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When blackbirds fluted 'twixt the day and night, And you climbed up the down towards the stars, My heart went with you, for the thoughtful bars Of that last music had possessed me quite. True seer, I cried, you have delivered right The only message that, to heal our scars, Unriddling these dread necessary wars, Can crown with sung the soldier's deed of might. For till these bastions crumble with the frost, Or earth shall meet the sun and melt in fire, Some new-won land shall court the jealous eye, Some voice shall startle lust and tyranny, Some heart refuse to own the battle lost, Some patriot find in death his soul's desire." english/stoddart/Z300498255,632595,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stoddart, Thomas Tod, 1810-1880",1810.0,SONNET. [To the monastic mind thy quiet shade],1840,14,Songs and Poems (1839),"Kindly accords, bewild'ring Darnaway!",y,,1800-1850,"To the monastic mind thy quiet shade Kindly accords, bewildering Darnaway! Here, those retiring Powers, whose hermit sway The hordes of gross emotions hold obeyed Reign indolent, on bank or flowery glade. A deep unusual murmur meets my ear, As if the oak's Briarean arms were swayed Far off in the weird wind. Like timorous deer Caught as he browses by the hunter's horn, I stop perplexed, half dreading the career Of coming whirlwind. Then with conquered fear Advancing softly through a screen of thorn, From edge of horrid rock, abruptly bold, Rushing through' conduit vast, swart Findhorn I behold." english/rossetch/Z300476971,132792,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Christina Georgina, 1830-1894",1830.0,LOVE LIES BLEEDING.,1860,14,The Complete Poems (1979–1990),"Love that is dead and buried, yesterday",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Love that is dead and buried, yesterday Out of his grave rose up before my face; No recognition in his look, no trace Of memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and gray. While I, remembering, found no word to say, But felt my quickened heart leap in its place; Caught afterglow, thrown back from long-set days, Caught echoes of all music passed away. Was this indeed to meet? -- I mind me yet In youth we met when hope and love were quick, We parted with hope dead, but love alive: I mind me how we parted then heartsick, Remembering, loving, hopeless, weak to strive: -- Was this to meet? Not so, we have not met." english/rawnsley/Z200472365,299474,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XLIV. EAST WIND IN SPRING.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),They left the ploughs at evening to the frost;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Till noon the horses in the stable stayed, They left the ploughs at evening to the frost; The farmers' early sowing time was lost; The fells were blanched, and not a grassy blade Came to the milkless mother's' grateful aid; The ivies from the barn for fodder tossed Did but prolong slow famine; shepherd's crossed From mead to mead, to count their flocks afraid. Keen was the wind from out the bitter East, Nipping the life that never could be fed; The Hazel dust before the flowers were read Was blown to fruitless waste; while man and beast, And bird and grass, and sunless Winter air, Held April false, and sickened in despair." english/devereau/Z300336961,911983,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,XXIX.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),"Hours chained to tasks, resolves in steel arrayed,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"System overstrained offends through haughtiness: Hours chained to tasks, resolves in steel arrayed, Words strict as edicts, measured each, and weighed, Are well; but nought is healthy in excess. Our thoughts grow tangled in their phalanxes: And oft, by inward discipline betrayed, From outward things we win a lowlier aid, From chance a surer guide in our distress. With her habitual, half-unconscious kindness, Nature, our sweet companionable friend, Upon our forehead breathes and clears our blindness, Sends her familiar sprites our steps to tend, A scent, a found, a swan that cuts the lake, To lure dark fancies brightening in her wake!" english-ed2/ep2432/Z200661636,694092,,English Poetry,"Dutt, Govin Chunder, 1828-1884 / Dutt, Hur Chunder, 1831-1901 / Dutt, Greece Chunder, 1833-1892 / Dutt, Omesh Chunder, 1836-1912",1828.0,"SONNET.[Oh, sleepless watchers for the coming morn]",1858,14,,"Oh, sleepless watchers for the coming morn,",y,,1800-1850,"Oh, sleepless watchers for the coming morn, Expectant still that it will bring your cure, Your griefs and sickness Like true men endure, Nor murmur, as of hope you were forlorn; The night seems waning fast, the stars are shorn Of their full splendour and look pale and pure, The breeze is up weak hearts to reassure, And streaks of grey the furthest East adorn. New leaves on figs announce the summer bright, Clouds in the west a shower -- 'this thus men say And know not yet the times to read aright! With your loins girded, watchers, watch and prey, As each precursor comes of glorious light -- Soon may it kindle into perfect day!" english/scottjoh/Z400481206,513064,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Scott, John, 1730-1783",1730.0,SONNET V. TO BRITAIN. 1766.,1760,14,The Poetical Works (1782),Regard thy welfare with a watchful eye!,y,,1700-1750,"Renown'd Britannia! loved Parental Land! Regard thy welfare with a watchful eye! Whene'er the weight of Want's afflicting hand Wakes in thy vales the Poor's persuasive cry -- When wealth enormous sets the Oppressor high, When bribes thy ductile senators command, And slaves in office freemen's rights withstand; Then mourn, for then thy fate approaches nigh! Not from perfidious Gaul or haughty Spain, Nor all the neighbouring nations of the main, Tho' leagued in war tremendous round thy shore -- But from Thyself, thy ruin must proceed! Nor boast thy power; for know it is decreed, Thy freedom lost, thy power shall be no more!" english/lloydcha/Z300416727,607517,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,"SONNET VI. ['Twere well, methinks, in an indignant mood]",1805,14,Nugæ Canoræ (1819),"&indent;When the heart droops unfriended, when man‐kind,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"'It well, methinks, in and indignant mood, When the heart droops unfriended, when mankind, With their cold smiles, have duped thy honest mind, On the wet heath to stray, while dimly brood The gathered grey-mists on the distant hill: Drear should the prospect be, dreary and wide, No second living one be there espied, None save thyself; then would thy soul be still, Curbing its sorrows with a proud despair! Then wouldst thou tread thy path with firmer pace, Nor let one scowl on thy resolved face Blab to the elements thy puny care; But, soothed to think that solitude can bless, Muse on the world with lofty quietness." english/ellisonh/Z300348202,838680,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,IMMORTALITY.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Do we, as, with a little painted air",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Do we, as, with a little painted air And shapely vapour mocked, Ixion thought He clasped Junonian charms, so strongly wrought Abusèd fancy, Like delusion share; Do we, beglamoured, dream that we too bear Exulting, with ethereal beauty fraught, Venus Urania, yet are only caught By a mirage, that mocks our blank despair? Alas! the nearer we approach, the more, Dislimning, air to air, that radiant shape Eludes our closer grasp, though struggling soar. Is it as when blank vacancy does ape That with which (sense subdued) the mind runs over, Or mortal thought Life's subtleties escape?" english/tupperma/Z200513823,747375,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,ALFRED.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"All hail our own, our ancient peerless boast!",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"All hail our own, our ancient peerless boast! From thee thy Britain loves her all to date, Proud of her 'Darling King,' the ever-great, Who poured the liberties we valve most, The sacred oldtime rights we venerate, In rich abundance round our sea-girt coast: Where is thy Tomb among us? where the spot Ennobled by some record of thy worth, True father of thy country? -- have we lost All love of thee? hath England then forgotten Her patriot-prince, her lawgiver, her sage, Who taught her, nourished her, and sent her forth Rejoicing on her way, from age to age Queen of the seas, and Empress of the earth?" english/beeching/Z200276118,773220,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Beeching, H. C. (Henry Charles), 1859-1919",1859.0,UNDER THE CANOPY,1889,14,In a garden and other poems (1895),"Scarlet, and blue, and purple in the sky,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Yes, it is good for us that we are here; Scarlet, and blue, and purple in the sky, The covering of the holy sanctuary, By day obscured, at last by night shines clear. Lo, yonder sinking sun is flaming there In evening sacrifice to God most high, And yonder moon is praying quietly, And her one star holds his taper near. Yes, good for us, albeit men may say Could we climb higher passed the paths of men, Vague mists would show for all that fine linen, And all that purple and scarlet turn to gray. It may be, yet for us they keep their hue, And if thou climb beyond, there is still the blue." english/ellisonh/Z300348783,897116,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE DYING HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"“Kiss me once more, Belovèd! set that seal",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"""Kiss me once more, Belovèd! set that seal Of Life, thy coral lips' warm pressure, here On this pale wax of Death, my mouth; which fear Hath blanched, over which his chills already steal! As seal their last wills they who death forefeel, Seal this last 'deed of love,' with seal that never Shall opened be, till that Last Day appear Which shall the secrets of all hearts reveal!"" So spoke he. Then her wifely lips she bent, And gave that last impress and seal of love; While Love and Death seemed to hold argument Awhile, in doubt which should the stronger prove. But Death that hour claimed, by Higher sent Than both: Death's triumph now, Love's up above!" american/am0588/Z300165822,421537,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Fawcett, Edgar, 1847-1904",1847.0,MEDUSA. (For a Picture.),1877,14,Fantasy and Passion (1878),&indent;Olympian faultlessness of mold and hue;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"A face in whose voluptuous bloom there lies Olympian faultlessness of mould and hue; Lips that a God were worthy alone to woo; Round chin, and nostrils curved in the old Greek wise. But there is no clear pallor of arctic skies, Fathom on crystal fathom of livid blue, So bleakly cold that one might liken it to The pitiless icy splendors of her eyes! Her bound hair, coloured lovelier than the sweet Rich halcyon yellow of tall harvest wheat, Over chaste brows a glimmering tumult sheds; But through the abundance of its warm soft gold, Coils of lean horror peer from many a fold, With sharp tongues flickering in flat clammy heads!" english/bartonbe/Z200273501,122454,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849",1784.0,"SONNET, TO THE SISTER OF AN OLD SCHOOLFELLOW.",1814,14,Household Verses (1845),"If so, we should not with indifference meet",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"""Heaven lies about us in our infancy!"" If so, we should not with indifference meet Aught that recalls a memory so sweet As one of bright and early days gone by! For, could we but abide continually As we were wont in hours so fair and fleet, Like little children, guileless of deceit, This over the world were glorious mastery! My school-mate's sister! none of us can add One year to life's brief span, or take from thence: Yet aught we not, dear friend, to borrow hence Desponding thoughts, to make our spirits sad; But holier aspirations to be clad In robes more white than our first innocence!" english-ed2/ep2546/Z200670204,344432,,English Poetry,"Church, Hubert, 1857-1932",1857.0,HUSH!,1887,14,The West Wind (1902),"Let not a footfall or a voice be heard,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Silence, for slumber of the children's eyes: Let not a footfall or a voice be herd, Nor any found break on the muffled word That babbles of their dreaming mysteries! Far, far beyond us, in a land that lies Round infancy, their tender souls are stirred, Flushed with the rapture of a soaring bird Escaping heavenward with a wild surprise. Thus would I sleep at last beneath the turf, A temple by the ever-sounding sea, All else a stillness, while my soul should be Showered with the flame of a calestial light Beyond the farthest constellation's curve, Encompassed only by the infinite." english/rawnsley/Z200472265,562242,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,The Coronation (Before.),1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),&indent;Saw Sebert's church fulfilled with light divine,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When Saxon Edric at the ""dreadful place,"" Saw Sebert's church fulfilled with light divine And angels on a golden ladder shine, Mellitus thanked St. Peter for his grace; And when St. Peter, talking face to face With old Wolsinus, gave him Jacob's sign, St. Edward kept his vow, and Thorney's shrine Became Heaven's gate and God's fair dwelling-place. God grant, tomorrow, on the rock of Scone, Where Jacob's pillowed head saw once in dream Angels descend, and earth brought near to Heaven, Our king may hear the fateful Syrian stone Speak clear, and all the air with angels gleam, And visions of the golden stair be given." english/rawnsley/Z200472813,947796,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XII. SONNET VALEDICTORY.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Gleamed, and within were wondrously displayed",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"A dome of trembling glass upon the shore Gleamed, and within were wondrously displayed Four moons, four rainbows, ringed with purple braid: Again I passed, the crystal to the core Was shrunk, its moons would lighten never more, And on the sands, sun-smit to froth, had made Impress of dissolution; grateful shade, Nor ocean cool, its beauty could restore. Go, little book, but better far be lost In deeps of sung and water-floods of found, Than, with a momentary power to please, Float in on barren beach, from shallow seas, To melt beneath fierce light, and so be found A lifeless blot, a blank, delusive ghost." english/sothebyw/Z300493921,832284,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Sotheby, William, 1757-1833",1757.0,SONNET III. THE SUICIDE.,1787,14,Poems: consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales (1790),"Of beauty, bow'd with misery and woe,",y,,1750-1800,"Sad daughter of distress! who in the bloom Of beauty, bowed with misery and woe, In the dark grave art laid untimely low, Rest! life's bleak storm is passed, though by the doom Of ruthless man, beneath unholy ground, Thy corpse amid the beaten pathway cast, Lies where the wild birch quivers in the blast; Yet soft descending through the stony mound, The Due of heaven shall bath thy clay-cold breast; Yet shall thy sufferings, scorned on earth, atone, Where mercy dwells on high, for life's sad close; And pity musing oft at eve alone, On the green sod where grief and pain repose, Shall sooth with hymns of peace thy soul to rest." english/tupperma/Z200513874,750114,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,TO KLOPSTOCK'S SPIRIT.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"Immortal mind, so bright with beautiful thought,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Immortal mind, so bright with beautiful thought, And robed so fair in gentlest sympathy, Thou Christian! by thy guardian angel taught To strike the holiest harp of melody, Would I were he for whom thy spirit sought Prospective with affection's longing eye! I feel I love thee, brother, as I aught; Look down, and love me too, wherever thou art: Ah! could I find a kindred echoing heart As true as was thy Cidli's unto thine, How would I bless the Grace that made her mine! Yes, love as pure should through this bosom dart, As in thy feeling nature nobly dwelled, My thrilling heart should feel as thou hast felt." english/robinmar/Z300475811,930259,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET XXI.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;To shun the smiles of fame, and mark the hours",y,,1750-1800,"Why do I live to loath the cheerful day, To shun the smiles of fame, and mark the hours On tardy pinions move, while ceaseless showers Down my won cheek in lucid currents stray? My tresses all unbound, nor gems display, Nor scents Arabian! on my path no flowers Imbibe the morn's resuscitating powers, For one blank sorrow saddens all my way! As slow the radiant son of reason rose, Through tears my dying parents saw it shine; A brother's frailties swelled the tide of woes, -- And, keener far, maternal griefs were mine! Phaon! if soon these weary eyes shall close, Oh! must that task, that mournful task, be thine?" english/lloydcha/Z200416659,976001,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,DEDICATORY SONNET. TO SOPHIA.,1805,14,Desultory Thoughts in London [etc.] (1821),&indent;To any one present it but to thee,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Let it be never said, that I can bring A tuneful trophy, and disloyally To any one present it but to thee Who does inspire me each time that I sing! Thou art my muse! Nay more, as with a wing Near me thou hoverest of tranquillity, Making home, home! All that works silently In me of human comfort, so that spring (If chance they spring) flowers round my humble path, All from thee comes! When thou were far away, The lays I breathed all told of grief and scathe; They were but shadows of a better day. -- Me thou refreshest as the earth spring-showers; Due is the wreathe to Her who raised its flowers!" english/praedwin/Z400464588,49011,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Praed, Winthrop Mackworth, 1802-1839",1802.0,SONNET TO R. C. HILDYARD.,1832,14,The Poems [1844],"&indent;You charm the country, or amaze the town,",y,,1800-1850,"Profit and praise attend you, wheresoever You charm the country, or amaze the town, With flow of argument, and flow of gown! I will not here forget you; but will spare, Amidst my tranquil joys, a wish and prayer That you may win quick riches, high renown, -- Hereafter, better gifts -- more Like my own! O kindest found, when kindness was most rare! When I recall the days of hope and fear In which I first dared call my Helen mine, Or the sweet hour when first upon my ear Broke the shrill cry of little Adeline, The memory of your friendship, Friend sincere, Among such memories grateful I entwine." english/moxonedw/Z200447952,970227,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moxon, Edward, 1801-1858",1801.0,"SONNET XVII. [Hark, 'tis a mother singing to her child]",1831,14,Sonnets (1830–35),"&indent;When she, an infant like that spring‐flower sweet,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Hark, 'this a mother singing to her child Those madrigals that used her ears to greet, When she, and infant Like that spring-flower sweet, Lent her charmed ears to nurse, or mother mild, That sang those nursery stories strange and wild -- Of Knights, of Robbers, and of fairy Queen's Dwelling in Castles 'mid enchanted scenes -- The songs which plain antiquity beguiled. Or is her theme of him, her lord, whose bark Is ploughing, 'neath his guidance, Indian seas; Or far detained by polar skies, that freeze His glad return? She, tuneful as the lark That warbling soars, though' Phœbus cease to smile, Lifts her soft voice, and sings, though' sad the while." english/stuarthy/Z200501097,596251,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855",1806.0,SONNET. INEZ TO MANUEL.,1836,14,Sonnets (1839),"&indent;Without a meeting!—Funeral days and nights,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"A parting, and a bitter parting too, Without a meeting! -- Funeral days and nights, Of many tears, must mine be now -- Grief's rights Are close exacted, and her claims born through; She will not be defrauded of her due! -- Worst parting without meeting! -- Absence' blights Fall heavier now, since darkly disunites This wider separation -- sharp thorns strew The paths of such a parting, which my tears Seem but to water into wilder growth. Now 'this that shadowy moments yawn to years, And years in prospect, whence my soul shrinks loath, To long eternities of pangs and fears, The grief that martyreth one seems doubled, shared by both!" american/am0274/Z200153804,878049,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Willis, Nathaniel Parker, 1806-1867",1806.0,SONNET.,1836,14,Poems of Nathaniel Parker Willis (1882),&indent;As if a sleep upon the hours had crept;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Storm had been on the hills. The day had worn As if a sleep upon the hours had crept; And the dark clouds that gathered at the morn In dull, impenetrable masses slept, And the wet leaves hung droopingly, and all Was Like the mournful aspect of a pall. Suddenly, on the horizon's edge, a blue And delicate line, as of a pencil, lay, And, as it wider and intenser grew, The darkness removed silently away, And, with the splendour of a God, broke through The perfect glory of departing day: So, when his stormy pilgrimage is over, Will light upon the dying Christian pour." english/rawnsley/Z200471885,927396,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,THE OPENING OF THE AVONMOUTH DOCKS.,1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),Stood on our decks the mighty merchant Dead!,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Great future generations thronged the Quay! Stood on our decks the mighty merchant Dead! As to that prisoned ocean-flood we sped And shouts proclaimed the open water-way. Nor universal cheer! for on this day An ancient City sinks! so Fancy said, Its temples prayerless, halls untenanted! Cranes idly drooped, warehouses in decay! Avon, thine uncomplaining breast no more With silver arrows shall the rude keels break; Thine arm, that thankless did for centuries take Our ships, may rest as in the days of yore; Another City at thy mouth we make, Hence send our Fortune's, here expect our store!" english/wordswwi/Z400543583,772231,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,"XLIII. INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE.",1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),With ill‐matched aims the Architect who planned—,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned -- Albeit labouring for a scanty band Of white robed Scholars only -- this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence! Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering -- and wandering on as loath to die; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality." english/bartonbe/Z200274102,484571,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849",1784.0,"VIOLETS, A SONNET.",1814,14,Poetic Vigils (1824),"&indent;Bright in your hues, delicious in your scent;",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Beautiful are you in your lowliness; Bright in your hues, delicious in your scent; Lovely your modest blossoms, downward bent, As shrinking from our gaze, yet prompt to bless The passer-by with fragrance, and express How gracefully, though mutely eloquent, Are unobtrusive worth, and meek content, Rejoicing in their own obscure recess. Delightful flowerets! at the voice of Spring Your buds unfolded to its sunbeams bright; And though your blossoms soon shall fade from sighed, Above your lowly birthplace birds shall sing, And from your clustering leaves the glowworm fling The emerald glory of its earthborn light." english/miscell3/Z200641341,720836,,English Poetry,"Parkes, Henry, Sir, 1815-1896",1815.0,"SONNET. [Escaped from shipwreck, on a South Sea isle]",1845,14,,"Where grew the bread‐tree, a poor Briton dwelt;",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Escaped from shipwreck, on a South Sea isle, Where grew the bread-tree, a poor Briton dwelled; Living on pity which the savage felt, And hope which pictured still his loved one's smile. A chief-boy chanced that pale one first to meet, Who brought him food prepared from choicest fruits; And led him forth to fountains cool and sweet, And showed him all the islesmen's rude pursuits. He grew half happy with his uncouth friends, -- For many friends 'mong the dusk tribes he wone: And still some gentle boy his wants attends, Seeking for him all treasures of the sun. Tears rolled away even so; yet would he weep Wildly for his lost love beyond the stormy deep." english-ed2/ep2432/Z200661720,758666,,English Poetry,"Dutt, Govin Chunder, 1828-1884 / Dutt, Hur Chunder, 1831-1901 / Dutt, Greece Chunder, 1833-1892 / Dutt, Omesh Chunder, 1836-1912",1828.0,"SONNET.[And will He come e'en now, the Prince of Peace!]",1858,14,,"And will He come e'en now, the Prince of Peace!",y,,1800-1850,"And will He come even now, the Prince of Peace! And shall we see His glory and rejoice! And shall the angels with the trumpet's voice Throughout the earth bid sin and sorrow cease! They say that in the Holy Land each tree Bears richer fruits now golden-hued and rare, That sweeter fragrance scents the noontide air Than ever charmed the waves of Galilee: That unknown founts which long choked up had lain 'Mid the wild ruins and the wastes of sand Have sprung to glorious life and light again, As if they felt His advent to the land -- The land where once in lowly guise He came, But where He'll reappear, a King in robes of flame." english/barlowge/Z400269715,10107,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,THE WORLD.,1877,14,Poems and Sonnets (1871),"&indent;In the distance; mist‐enfolded mountains new,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"We are moved, it seems, by never changing law Towards the better, with the best in view In the distance; mist-enfolded mountains new, Strange valleys our forefathers never saw Gleam wonderfully before us -- passing over Each ridge another magically blue, Folded in mystery, cuts the horizon through, And with discovery's passion even more Unquenchably inspires us; so we wander Towards the future, careless of the passed, Each age outflanking utterly the last, Working new miracles for us to ponder, While ever those sweet misty mountains yonder Entice the feet of Progress forward fast." english/brownieb/Z300289129,754490,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 1806-1861",1806.0,LIFE.,1836,14,Poetical works (1897): POEMS. 1850: SONNETS,"Yet what man stirs a finger, breathes a sound,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Each creature holds and insular point in space; Yet what man stirs a finger, breathes a found, But all the multitudinous beings round In all the countless world's with time and place For their conditions, down to the central base, Thrill, haply, in vibration and rebound, Life answering life across the vast profound, In full antiphony, by a common grace? I think this sudden joyaunce which illumes A child's mouth sleeping, unaware may run From some soul newly loosened from earth's tombs: I think this passionate sighs, which half-begun I stifle back, may reach and stir the plumes Of God's calm angel standing in the sun." english/strongch/Z200499033,957535,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Strong, Charles, 1785-1864",1785.0,IV.,1815,14,Sonnets (1862),From green Devonia's vales I came—to die;,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"To this fair Island, in the western sea, From green Devonia's vales I came -- to die; In vain the fondest care, serenest sky, Long had gone forth that' immutable decree: Long had I been resigned -- Ye, only, Ye, Who watched my slow decline with anxious eye, To Earth still bound me with affection's tie; For Love made known what sorrow yours would be: Yet mourn not -- All the shadowy scene must leave At morn or noon, even those, who stay awhile, Count but a few brief hours, and sink at eve: Like Israel's Prince resume your wonted style; Ye cannot doubt my bliss, you may not grieve, Whilst in your memory lives my dying smile." english/austinal/Z300546386,291856,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Austin, Alfred, 1835-1913",1835.0,TIME'S WEARINESS,1865,14,Sacred and profane love (1908),"From every stage and hostel of the Past,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Slow Time, that carrieth such a monstrous load From every stage and hostel of the Past, Do you not weary of the endless road, And ask how long Life's journeying will last? Still growing burden on your patient back, Piled are the medley Misery's of mankind, No bourn in sighed along the lengthening track, No comfort seen, before you or behind. Should you but swerve or stagger in your pace, Hope with strained halter tuggeth you along, And where old sores still leave their smarting trace, Hard on your heels Fate plies its knotted thong. So must you on, though panting and distressed, Not even death for solace or for rest." american/am0939/Z400177593,706366,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Simms, William Gilmore, 1806-1870",1806.0,"[I. A little farther on, the shadows deep]",1836,14,Areytos (1860),"&indent;Of this great forest give security,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"A little farther on, the shadows deep Of this great forest give security, And here, the pageant over, the crowd gone by, Pride may assert the privilege to weep -- Acknowledging the earth, Humility, That better knows the sense of pain than life, May, for a season, yield the outward strife, And suffer the overburdened soul to sighs! Alas! in lowliness of soul Like mine, That loathes it in a world of so much state, How precious is this still obscurity! Where even Fear may mock the hurt of Hate, And the poor heart, long baffled, cease to pine, As if new freedom rescued it from Fate!" english/tupperma/Z200513973,389585,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,THE WORLD.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"Well‐named in sound and sense,—the world, the world!",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Well-named in found and sense, -- the world, the world! Because, in circling tides of fate-whorled rings That ceaseless whirlpool heart is tossed and twirled, A caldron seething up with thoughts and things; Because that whirlwind soul, on worrying wings Flapping disquiet, ever flies unfurled, Like a swift smoke from steaming lava springs; Because that whirl of change, of vexing change, Is as a poisonous tendril, closely curled Round a man's spirit-harp, to jar its strings, Unharmonied by matters sad and strange: O world! O whirlpool whirlwind whirling world! Thou art the whorl of Circumstance, that clings Around our footfalls, wheresoever we range." english/byrongeo/Z300294396,239448,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824",1788.0,SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN.,1818,14,"The works (1898–1904): POEMS OF JULY—SEPTEMBER, 1816","&indent;Thy shore of names like these! wert thou no more,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- and De Staël -- Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore of names Like these! were thou no more, Their memory thy remembrance would recall: To them thy banks were lovely as to all, But they have made them lovelier, for the lore Of mighty minds does hallow in the core Of human hearts the ruin of a wall Where dwelled the wise and wondrous; but by thee How much more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel, In sweetly gliding over thy crystal sea, The wild glow of that not ungentle zeal, Which of the Heirs of Immortality Is proud, and makes the breath of Glory real!" english/princejo/Z500465318,652182,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Prince, John Critchley, 1808-1866",1808.0,SONNET WRITTEN IN THE CASTLE OF CAERNARVON.,1838,14,The Poetical Works (1880),&indent;How deeply tender is thy dying hour!,y,,1800-1850,"How glorious is thy fall, rich summer's day! How deeply tender is thy dying hour! Lonely I linger on this crumbling tower, And watch with silent joy thy sweet decay. Upon the blushing bosom of the bay Thy last kiss trembles, and the clouds that lie In beautiful disorder round the sky Absorb the latest vestige of thy ray. But now the chill of twilight does betray The coming of the night; -- yond mountain range Hath put the garb of darkness on; -- a change Creeps over the deepening waters. Who may say How many griefs, or Hope's, or dreams sublime Awake the human soul in this mysterious time!" english/william5/Z400537646,205543,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Williams, Isaac, 1802-1865",1802.0,VII. Village Psalmody.,1832,14,"The Cathedral, or the Catholic and Apostolic Church (1839)","And is it not thy praise, Church of our love,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"And is it not thy praise, Church of our love, That thou unto each little rural nook Of quiet hast soft golden plumage shook From off the wing of thine own David's dove, And turned the melodies, that nearest prove To the heart of man, into a sacred book, -- Key to the soul's best avenues, -- a brook That steals into Religion's secret grove? If those straw roofs and ivied cots among There play a gleam of sung, 'this no wild fire, But sparks, though' scattered, from a heaven-strung lyre. Thus, when the cloud of music rolled along Fills the melodious dome, blessed sounds inspire Each cloistral nook, vocal with sacred sung." english/rossetdg/Z400478049,632320,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 1828-1882",1828.0,SONNET XCI LOST ON BOTH SIDES,1858,14,The Works (1911),"&indent;Each hating each, through Love's and Death's deceit;",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"As when two men have loved a woman well, Each hating each, through Love's and Death's deceit; Since not for either this stark marriage-sheet And the long pauses of this wedding-bell; Yet over her grave the night and day dispel At last their feud forlorn, with cold and heat; Nor other than dear friends to death may fleet The two lives left that most of her can tell: -- So separate Hope's, which in a soul had wooed The one same Peace, strove with each other long, And Peace before their faces perished since: So through that soul, in restless brotherhood, They rome together now, and wind among Its bye-streets, knocking at the dusty inns." american/am0545/Z300164263,492715,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Hay, John, 1838-1905",1838.0,A CHALLENGE,1868,14,The complete poetical works (1916),&indent;High love hath ending in heroic woe;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The luminous pages of all story prove High love hath ending in heroic woe; Sharp-fanged and fell, dark death does ever go In waiting for the wandering feet of love. And if that fate be shunned, love's footsteps move Down the dull slope that leads to regions low Where the thick pulse of ease and wont beats slow As in some dusk and poppy-haunted grove. Shall we accept, or shall we not defy, Entrenched in our fast love, this augury? Never shall I less than adore thee, Sweet! No use, my queen, shall dim thy radiant crown. And if, in envy, death shall strike me down, Let his dart find me here, kissing thy feet!" english/strongch/Z200499044,976859,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Strong, Charles, 1785-1864",1785.0,XV.,1815,14,Sonnets (1862),"I woke, as Night her sable banner furled;",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Roused by the billow's melancholy dirge, I woke, as Night her sable banner furled; What time pale mists, in forms fantastic curled, Like spectral shapes, come flitting over the surge: Then, looking eastward, on the ocean's verge From the near sun I saw read flashes hurled; As rolls the pageant from the neither world, And from the waves the golden wheels emerge. Never of old did more portentous light Suspend the seaman's oar, when, Like a pyre, Lemnos appeared at evening, kindling bright; Rather -- when, tasked by Jove in sudden ire, The God was labouring with his crew all night, On glowing anvils shaping forked fire." english/nortonca/Z200451282,327479,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Norton, Caroline Sheridan, 1808-1877",1808.0,SONNET IX. TO THE COUNTESS HELÉNE ZAVADOWSKY.,1838,14,The Dream (1840),"&indent;In Gothic Westminster's long‐hallow'd walls,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"When our young Queen put on her rightful crown In Gothic Westminster's long-hallowed walls, The eye upon no lovelier sighed looked down Than thou, fair Russian! Memory still recalls The soft light of thy sapphire-coloured eyes, The rich twine of thy simply-braided hair, And the low murmur of the crowd's surprise To see thee pass along so strangely fair. Nor didst thou charm by looks and smiles alone, -- Thy ""broken English"" had its share of grace; For something in thy accent and thy tone So matched the beauty of thy gentle face, We seemed to hear our old familiar words Set to some foreign lute or harp's melodious chords!" english/ellisonh/Z300348739,380578,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE STARS AGAIN.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"What are those countless worlds, self‐lit, or bright",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"What are those countless world's, self-lit, or bright With borrowed ray, aye-moving lamps oh' the sky; What, what in presence of Eternity, But each a sparkle in that' Almighty's sighed; A flash across, then lost in, that' Infinite? What the far trail of glory, which we by The name of ""Milky-Way"" call humanly, But coruscations, brief, as Northern Light To us, those to The ""Timeless"" One? Yet these Are each a world more wondrous than our own Perhaps, through unimagined fine degrees From Better rising to some Best unknown; Beyond conception of all that eye sees, Ear hears, brain feigns, by Human sense alone." english/sewardan/Z300482232,675794,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXIX. SUBJECT CONTINUED.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Which common sense escapes, yet who would change",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"If Genius have its danger, grief, and pain, Which common sense escapes, yet who would change The powers, through' Nature and through' Art that range, To walk the bounded, dull, though' safer plain Of moderate intellect, where only reign Some faint perception of the Sweet, -- the Strange, The Gay, -- the Grand, -- the Tender, -- the Sublime, And all the varied stores of Fancy's climb? Destructive shall we deem yond noontide blaze, If, transiently, the eye, overpowered, resign Visual distinctness? -- Shall we rather praise The moon's pale light? -- With owlish choice incline That common sense her lunar lamp should raise, Than that the solar fires of Genius shine?" english/ellisonh/Z300348711,294868,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,“IL DOLCE FAR NIENTE.”,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Wide open stands the gate where Pleasure sits,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Wide open stands the gate where Pleasure sits, And with decoying speech and baited smiles Her poor, deluded votaries beguiles To and imagined Eden. She admits All comers without question; but, ere quits She cries, the dupes whom her embrace defiles, Wi' tother oh' her double tongue reviles, And thrusts them forth, stripped to their very wits. But at the exit stands a shape severe, Like that which drave from Eden the first twain; And Pleasure, Janus-faced, shows other cheer, And on them turns her other face of Pain. Sure if slow Nemesis claims all arrear, Pleasure is labour too -- labour in vain!" english/edwards2/Z200344682,135718,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XX.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;From want of worth be only once remov'd;,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Parham, if worth concealed in reason's doom From want of worth be only once removed; Nor can those virtues be esteemed and loved, Which listless sleep as in the silent tomb; No longer let thy youthful years consume In shy retirement; Thee long since behooved, In public life, with courage unreproved, To show those worths, which bloom so fair at home: When Virtue, wanting to herself, will shroud Behind the veil of shameface'd bashfulness Those charms, which Action should produce to view; No wonder if the forward, bold, and loud, In this world's bustling scene, before her press, Usurp her name, and rob her of her due." english/rawnsley/Z200471859,953705,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"CHORUS FROM “FALL OF BABYLON.” BRISTOL MUSICAL FESTIVAL, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1876.",1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),"Rose not with more soul‐strengthening accord,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"""God of our father's!"" That tremendous cry Rose not with more soul-strengthening accord, When proud Belshazzar scorned his captives' Lord, And learned how faith could trample tyranny! God of our father's, in Like case we lie! Upon our tyrants lose a stronger horde! Our hearts, as one, pass up to Heaven the word, Oh! led us back to our simplicity! For we are aliens, and our foes oppress! Drink, and mock-faith, and selfishness are Kings: But we remember days, that Thou didst bless With purer manners, and with simpler things. Our thousand hearts, as one for earnestness, Mix at Thy Throne with angel chorussings." c20-english/ep41001/Z300306648,538726,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967",1906.0,Elegiac Sonnet,1936,14,,Over this universal grave the sky,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Over this universal grave the sky Brings to the grieving earth its great reward, And it was right to lay ambition by, The strongest will being deep and the way hard. This body sleeping where the dead leaves lie Gives back to trees from colours they discard The patient light of its own penury Out of whose silence wakes the living word. And we who wake, who saw the swallows' wings Seeking the turning-point of their own cloud, Draw to one place his love of vanished things. It is not this that leaves the heart's way ploughed; It is the shade the sun no longer flings Of one who touched the humble and the proud." american/am0848/Z200174383,861378,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Guiney, Louise Imogen, 1861-1920",1861.0,RETRIEVAL.,1891,14,Nine sonnets written at Oxford (1895),"June air and ivy on thy gracile stone,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Stars in the bosom of thy triple tide, June air and ivy on thy gracile stone, O glory of the west, as thou were sown Be perfect: O miraculous, abide! And still for greatness floating from thy side, Eternal alchemist, upraise, enthrone Some presence of salvation, later blown From that same seed of fire which never died. Nor faith shall lack her solace, to behold Staunch, to the morrow's hostile evil verge, New points of light subdue disclosing spaces; And round a beacon-spirit, stabile, old, In radiant broad tumultuary surge For ever, the young voices, the young faces." english-ed2/ep2514/Z300667635,81042,,English Poetry,"Meredith, George, 1828-1909",1828.0,EARTH'S PREFERENCE,1858,14,The Poetical Works of George Meredith: With some notes by G. M. Trevelyan (1919),She prompts them to her fruits and flower‐beds;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Earth loves her young: a preference manifest: She prompts them to her fruits and flowerbeds; Their beauty with her choicest interthreads, And makes her revel of their merry zest; As in our East much were it in our West, If men had risen to do the work of heads. Her gabbling gray she eyes askant, nor treads The ways they walk; by what they speak oppressed. How wrought they in their zenith? 'Tis not writ; Not all; yet she by one sure sign can read: Have they but held her laws and nature dear, They mouth no sentence of inverted wit. More prizes she her beasts than this high breed Wry in the shape she wastes her milk to rear." american/am1013/Z300181495,971228,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Lowell, James Russell, 1819-1891",1819.0,"[XVI. To the dark, narrow house where loved ones go]",1849,14,Early poems [n.d.],"Whence no steps outward turn, whose silent door",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"To THE dark, narrow house where loved ones go, Whence no steps outward turn, whose silent door None but the sexton knocks at any more, Are they not sometime with us yet below? The longings of the soul would tell us so; Although, so pure and fine their being's essence, Our bodily eyes are witless of their presence, Yet not within the tomb their spirits glow, Like vizard lamps penned up, but whensoever With great thoughts worthy of their high behests Our souls are filled, those bright ones with us be, As, in the patriarch's tent, his angel guests; -- O let us live so worthily, that never We may be far from that blessed company." english-ed2/clarejoh/Z400314239,998227,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Clare, John, 1793-1864",1793.0,SONNET The Nightingale,1823,14,The Later Poems (1984),"This is the month, the Nightingale, clod‐brown,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"This is the month, the Nightingale, clod-brown, Is herd among the woodland shady boughs; This is the time when, in the vale, grass-grown The maiden hears at eve, her lovers vows. What time the blue missed, round her patient cows, Dim rises from the grass, and half conceals Their dappled hides, -- I hear the Nightingale, That from the little blackthorn spinny steals, To the old hazel hedge that skirts the vale, And still unseen, sings sweet: -- the ploughman feels The thrilling music, as he goes along, And imitates and listens, -- while the fields Loose all their paths in dusk, to led him wrong Still sings the Nightingale her sweet melodious sung." english/doubleda/Z300341004,139419,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Doubleday, Thomas, 1790-1870",1790.0,XII.,1820,14,Sonnets and Poems (1818),&indent;Slumbers upon thy face; the gentle hair,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"A boundless love of heaven, in mild repose, Slumbers upon thy face; the gentle hair How meekly parted on thy forehead bore; Pure, as they aught, the ivory lids that close O'er those rich gems, where, when uplifted, glows A swimming rapture; the pale face, so fair In Grecian-moulded calmness! wants the glare Of lilies, softened Like a faint tinged rose; Thy bosom heaves without and earthly stain; Those liquid tones, which languish on the ear, Sink to my heart; -- there, ah, how sadly dear! For could my verse rise Like Cecilia's strain, The hope to call were impious as vain, Such angel love from heaven to waste it here." english/stuarthy/Z200501087,480275,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855",1806.0,"SONNET. WRITTEN ON BOARD THE STEAMER, BARON EICHOFF.",1836,14,Sonnets (1839),"&indent;The shivering lightnings blaze with splendours white,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Loud, loud roars the adverse wind, the thunder rolls, The shivering lightnings blaze with splendours white, And make the tossing sea one flood of light; An awe of admiration wraps our souls, And every thought and every sense controls: Sea, storm, and thunders! you have holy might, Ye turn our thoughts on their unpausing flight From things of earth and ashes! -- their true goals, Ye teach them to remember tremblingly! -- For you are strong, and we and they are weak. And you have missions high, Night, Clouds, and Sea! -- Your vengeance yet on us you dare not wreak -- (Save to remind us of the Eternity,) Armed, strengthened, still by Him who bade you shine and speak!" english/polwhele/Z300462984,877354,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Polwhele, Richard, 1760-1838",1760.0,"SONNET V. [Lorn Birds! whose simple minstrelsy, the last]",1790,14,Poems (1806),"&indent;That nature pouring on the pensive ear,",y,,1750-1800,"Lorn Birds! whose simple minstrelsy, the last That nature pouring on the pensive ear, Bids echo back her vernal music passed, And breathe a requiem over the closing year; Who, while the softest pity loves to steal From every cadence of your melting strain; Ah, who suspects such little breasts can feel Ungentle strife, or work each other pain? And yet, though seeming harmony of heart Flow in the sweetness of each charming note; Oft from the bitter fray you bleeding part, Torn the stained plume, and pierced the vocal throat! Beneath the fairest aspect of disguise, Alas, too oft the cruel bosom lies!" american/am1120/Z200190971,409457,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,"[CXCII. To thee I oft have boasted, in my pride]",1853,14,Sonnets (1929),"To thee I oft have boasted, in my pride,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"To thee I oft have boasted, in my pride, That come what may, Fate never can annul Our glorious passed -- so rich, so warm, so full Of bliss accomplished and of promise wide. So step by step together, side by side, Stooping this rose to smell or that to pull, We two have fared, without a cloud to dull Our morn, or noon, or this fair evening-tide. What is to follow? Death? But let me take These earthly memories from my dying bed, Pass with these treasures the abyss of dread, And I defy hell's enmity to shake The lightest ringlet on this musing head, Or grieve the soul thus dreaming for thy sake." english/edwards2/Z200344670,47125,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET VIII. On the Cantos of SPENSER's Fairy Queen, lost in the Passage from Ireland.",1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;To tempt that Western Frith with ventrous 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 Heav'n, regardful of our weal, Had hid in fogs, and night's eternal shade; Ill-starr'd Hibernia! well art thou apaid For all the woes, which Britain made thee feel By Henry's wrath, and Pembroke's conquering steel; Who sacked thy Towns, and Castles disarrayed: No longer now with idle sorrow mourn Thy plundered wealth, or liberties restrained, Nor deem their victories thy loss or shame; Severe revenge on Britain in thy turn, And ample spoils thy treacherous waves obtained, Which sunk one half of Spenser's deathless fame." english/ingramjo/Z200403356,53189,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ingram, John K. (John Kells), 1823-1907",1823.0,XV. MEA CULPA.,1853,14,Sonnets (1900),"By bookish lore and intellectual pride,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"When I remember how in youth, misled By bookish lore and intellectual pride, And in life's grave realities untried, I blindly ranked the heart below the head, And, to my self-sufficient follies wed, Unletter'd worth and simple faith decried -- Paining sweet souls that then were at my side, And now are numbered with the blessed dead -- 'Master,' I cry -- when this I call to mind -- 'Why did I not thy doctrine earlier know? Then might I from remorseful thoughts be free That haunt me now; for none had power Like thee My wrestling rebel spirit to lay low, And with the cords of strong persuasion bind.'" english/lloydcha/Z300416775,808274,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,"SONNET LIV. Written after a Walk by Rydal Water, Westmore‐land, in time of War.",1805,14,Nugæ Canoræ (1819),&indent;Made for poetic thought. The woods display'd,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"In such a day how calm and mild this scene, Made for poetic thought. The woods displayed Of brown and yellow every varying shade: And here and there the fresh and lingering green Told yet of summer and her days serene, Too soon departed! Fading fern arrayed The russet hills; and, as faint sun-gleams strayed, In warmer hues that' upland slopes were seen. Oh, beauteous aspect of a beauteous world! Mournful to think how little understood! In man's distempered heart hath frenzy hurled Envenom'd shafts! The sword, defiled with blood, Lays waste the earth: and over the ocean flood The crimson flag of discord is unfurled." english/rhoadesj/Z300473718,301553,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rhoades, James, 1841-1923",1841.0,XIV. [Methinks my heart is cold and earthly grown],1871,14,Poems (1870),"Methinks my heart is cold and earthly grown,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Methinks my heart is cold and earthly grown, So little does the sighed of any tree, Or voice of winds that rave all night alone, Or glories of the mountain, profit me. The world becomes too wise: yet wiser far Was He that fixed in heaven yond burnished star, And thought to glad us with His morning-skies: But nothing now hath any new surprise; Daylight is common, and the darkness nought; We cannot read God's silence, as we aught, And Nature's voice falls oftenest on deaf ears -- Yet can I sometime lift enraptured eyes, And sometime, too, divine immortal thought, Alone, upon a starry night, with tears." english/rossetdg/Z400478000,287595,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 1828-1882",1828.0,SONNET XLVII BROKEN MUSIC,1858,14,The Works (1911),&indent;Her nursling's speech first grow articulate;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears Her nursling's speech first grow articulate; But breathless with averted eyes elate She sits, with open lips and open ears, That it may call her twice. 'Mid doubts and fears Thus oft my soul has harkened; till the sung, A central moan for days, at length found tongue, And the sweet music welled and the sweet tears. But now, whatever while the soul is fain To list that wonted murmur, as it were The speech-bound sea-shell's low importunate strain, -- No breath of sung, thy voice alone is there, O bitterly beloved! and all her gain Is but the pang of unpermitted prayer." english/devereau/Z300336993,708136,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,I. GIOTTO'S CAMPANILE AT FLORENCE.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),"How gracefully it soars, and seems the while",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Enchased with precious marbles, pure and rare, How gracefully it soars, and seems the while From every polished stage to laugh and smile, Playing with gleams of that clear southern air! Fit restingplace methinks its summit were For a descended Angel! happy isle Mid life's rough sea of sorrow, force, and guile, For Saint of royal raze, or vestal fair, In this seclusion -- call it not a prison -- Cloistering a bosom innocent and lonely: O Tuscan Priestess! gladly would I watch All night one note of thy loud hymn to catch Sent forth to greet the sun, when first, new-risen, He shines on that aerial station only!" english/barlowge/Z400269723,935478,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,CROWNS.,1877,14,Poems and Sonnets (1871),"&indent;The warrior's laurel and the monarch's gold,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"There are many crowns; the poet's wreathe of bays, The warrior's laurel and the monarch's gold, The twisted sweet rose garlands that enfold The brow of Beauty -- they were wont to praise In Greece the parsley and the oaken sprays And the gray sad wild olive we are told, But if I had my choice I'ld choose to hold As a reward for any tuneful lays I may have had the grace to sing -- a wreathe -- A wreathe of woven ferns and meadows-sweet -- And if you ask me why, I will not say -- But such a simple crown for me is meet, And memories lurk therein with golden feet Bringing back one unforgotten summer day." english/moultrie/Z500447657,163206,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moultrie, John, 1799-1874",1799.0,SONNET II.,1829,14,Poems (1876),"And free once more the frost‐bound stream of song,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"If I may break my spirit's icy spell, And free once more the frostbound stream of sung, To thee, beloved Wife, will first belong The praise and the reward; for thou canst tell Whose gentle efforts made my bosom swell Once more with love of verse extinct so long; Who first evoked me with enticement strong, And pleasant bribes, from the deep silent cell Of mental idlesse: the next place to thee In this poor praise holds that dear friend by right, Who sheds upon our path so rich a light Of cheering love and tenderest sympathy. High above both, my song's sole Lord, is He, Its Origin and End -- the Infinite." english/moultrie/Z400447855,889593,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moultrie, John, 1799-1874",1799.0,SONNET. [Sweet is the blossom'd promise of the spring],1829,14,Poems (1876),"Its pleasant interchange of sun and showers,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Sweet is the blossomed promise of the spring, Its pleasant interchange of sun and showers, Its verdant herbage pranked with starlike flowers, The cuckoo's note, the sung which thrush's sing; Sweet too is summer, when the Zephyr's wing Fans the meridian heat (which else overpowers The fainting soul) and green umbrageous bowers Of thick-leaved boughs refreshing coolness bring; But sweeter, to discerning heart and eye, Is autumn with its fruitage ripe and read, Its foliage steeped in many a gorgeous die, Its waving cornfields rich in promised bred. -- Such, dearest, is thine autumn; -- why should I Grieve if thy summer, Like thy spring, hath fled." english/rossetdg/Z400478469,731150,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 1828-1882",1828.0,DANTE ALIGHIERI TO GIOVANNI QUIRINO Sonnet He answers the foregoing Sonnet; saying what he feels at the approach of Death,1858,14,The Works (1911),&indent;With plenty beyond measure set to dwell,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The King by whose rich grace His servants be With plenty beyond measure set to dwell Ordains that I my bitter wrath dispel And lift mine eyes to the great consistory; Till, noting how in glorious quires agree The citizens of that fair citadel, To the Creator I His creature swell Their sung, and all their love possesses me. So, when I contemplate the great reward To which our God has called the Christian seed, I long for nothing else but only this. And then my soul is grieved in thy regard, Dear friend, who reckest not of thy nearest needs, Renouncing for slight joys the perfect bliss." english/ellisonh/Z300348236,991197,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,PLAYING OUT.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Oh whence that music, of such range and sweep",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Oh whence that music, of such range and sweep That if Archangels strike the lyre, it might (So absolute the touch, so infinite The chords) be theirs; so lap the soul and steep, And cheat Death's stroke, or still arrested keep! So far beyond our thoughts in depth and height, That Being itself seems indefinite, Suspended midway, in trance sweet and deep! But once that harmony is herd by Man. It plays his life out; plays it over again! Transposed in minor key, time changed, and plan, ""The original theme"" in the pathetic strain Still reappears; what ends with what began; And something more, which these cannot contain!" english/rossetch/Z300476933,521067,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Christina Georgina, 1830-1894",1830.0,VANITY OF VANITIES.,1860,14,The Complete Poems (1979–1990),"Ah woe is me for pleasure that is vain,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Ah woe is me for pleasure that is vain, Ah woe is me for glory that is passed: Pleasure that brings sorrow at the last, Glory that at the last brings no gain! So says the sinking heart; and so again It shall say till the mighty angel-blast Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast, And showering down the stars Like sudden rain. And evermore men shall go fearfully Bending beneath their weight of heaviness; And ancient men shall lie down wearily, And strong men shall rise up in weariness; Yea, even the young shall answer sighingly, Saying one to another: How vain it is!" english/walkerwi/Z200516778,741934,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Walker, William Sidney, 1795-1846",1795.0,"SONNET. [I look'd for thy return, beloved Spring!]",1825,14,The Poetical Remains (1852),"As with a sick man's wish, I pined for thee,",y,,1750-1800,"I looked for thy return, beloved Spring! As with a sick man's wish, I pined for thee, A weak and fretful longing; for to me, I thought, thy coming would renewal bring Of powers and loves, now slowly perishing; Thy soft clear sun, thy buds on ground and tree Opening, the glad tumultuous melody Of thy young birds, each new and lovely thing, Within my breast the selfsame joy would wake They waked of old. O found! to deem the spell Of outward beauty could have power to make Him happy, in whose heart the living well Of happiness is dried! Thou camest at last; And, ere I felt thy presence, thou wast passed." english/robinmar/Z300475799,191863,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET IX.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;Sport, the rude children of fantastic birth;",y,,1750-1800,"Ye, who in alleys green and leafy bowers, Sport, the rude children of fantastic birth; Where frolic nymphs, and shaggy tribes of mirth, In clamorous revels waste the midnight hours; Who, linked in flaunting bans of mountain flowers, Weave your wild mazes over the dewy earth, Ere the fierce lord of lustre rushes forth, And over the world his beamy radiance pours! Oft has your clanking cymbal's maddening strain, Loud ringing through the torch-illumined grove, Lur'd my loved Phaon from the youthful train, Through rugged dells, over craggy rocks to rove; Then how can she his vagrant heart detain, Whose lyre throbs only to the touch of love?" english/rawnsley/Z200472679,32202,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,I. EAST AND WEST.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"By that old rampire that the Romans drew,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Beyond the marsh and reedy meadow land, By that old rampire that the Romans drew, In boyish exultation for the view Of waves that filled the creeks and swept the strand, How oft I ran barefooted, spade in hand, To mound my rampire, cheering on the crew Of brother-builders where the tide broke through, Upon that happiest reach of eastern sand! Grey shore! bewitcher of my boyhood's days, The shadows lengthen, westward now I turn To that sweet sister beach of sand and shells And rushy margin, backed by Cumbria's fells, Where ocean bends, and sunsets burn and burn In glory and illimitable praise." english/wordswwi/Z400543133,652633,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,IX. TO THE LADY E. B. AND THE HON. MISS P.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"A Stream, to mingle with your favourite Dee, Along the Vale of Meditation flows; So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see In Nature's face the expression of repose; Or haply there some pious hermit chosen To live and die, the peace of heaven his aim; To whom the wild sequestered region owes, At this late day, its sanctifying name. Glyn Cafaillgaroch, in the Cambrian tongue, In ours, the Vale of Friendship, let this spot Be nam; where, faithful to a low-roofed Cot, On Deva's banks, you have abided so long; Sisters in love, a love allowed to climb, Even on this earth, above the reach of Time!" english/wordswwi/Z400543201,439688,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,"III. COMPOSED NEAR CALAIS, ON THE ROAD LEADING TO ARDRES, AUGUST 7, 1802.",1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Went pacing side by side, this public Way",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Jones! as from Calais southward you and I Went pacing side by side, this public Way Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day , When faith was pledged to newborn Liberty: A homeless found of joy was in the sky: From hour to hour the antiquated Earth, Beat Like the heart of Man: songs, garlands, mirth, Banners, and happy faces, far and nigh! And now, sole register that these things were, Two solitary greetings have I herd, 'Good morrow, Citizen!' a hollow word, As if a dead man spoke it! Yet despair Touches me not, though pensive as a bird Whose vernal coverts winter hath laid bore ." english/lloydcha/Z300416752,104293,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,SONNET XXXI. TO SOPHIA.,1805,14,Nugæ Canoræ (1819),"&indent;And you, sweet innocents, may ye be blest!",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"May'st thou be happy, my beloved friend! And you, sweet innocents, may you be blessed! May peace and love from yonder skies descend And find a home in each unruffled breast! Oh, could I shroud you in some quiet nest, Where never sounds of grief or fear offend; Though still some weight my aching heart oppressed, A glow of triumph with its pangs should blend. But you, poor babes, must struggle, perhaps must fall, And thou, best friend, with me mayest bid farewell To many a flattering hope! but this is all In darkness hid; and 'this not fit to dwell In such a world, on griefs fantastical, Fitliest unknown! -- God grant that all end well!" english/wiltonri/Z200538879,566160,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wilton, Richard, b. 1827",1827.0,Warp and Woof,1857,14,Lyra Pastoralis (1902),&indent;With twinkling motion up and down they glide;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I mark the insects as in mazy dance With twinkling motion up and down they glide; While, through the heedless throng, from side to side, The busy swallows on swift pinions glance. From right to left the purple foe advance, And, true as tilting knights, make havoc wide: But still the dancing column is supplied With eager wings undaunted by mischance. The air is fragrant with white hawthorn-bloom, As here on Nature's warp and woof I gaze Of mingled life and death, brightness and gloom; And when I muse on Earth's perplexing ways, One thought can sweeten, cheer them, and illume, That Love's hand weaves the mystery of our days." english/ellisonh/Z300348290,561159,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,“TO BE OR NOT TO BE.”,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"As one who with the sea all round about,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"As one who with the sea all round about, While not a speck upon the horizon wide, That hope can shape a sail of is descried; And the fierce waves come tumbling in mad rout, Swallowing the strip of sand whence he looks out, Too anguished, fear-confused, to quite decide Whether the tide has turned, or on which side O' the balance Life and Death hang still in doubt! Such is Man's outlook, when the waves of Time Have narrowed thus his standing-ground, unless He reach that Rock which rears its head sublime. But o! what waves of doubts upon him press, The rock how slippery! Faintheartedness Comes over him, and he sinks, afraid to climb!" english/rossetdg/Z400477980,31002,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 1828-1882",1828.0,SONNET XXVII HEART'S COMPASS,1858,14,The Works (1911),&indent;But as the meaning of all things that are;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Sometimes thou seemest not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are; A breathless wonder, shadowing forth afar Some heavenly solstice hushed and halcyon; Whose unstirred lips are music's visible tone; Whose eyes the sun-gate of the soul unbar, Being of its furthest fires oracular; -- The evident heart of all life sown and mown. Even such Love is; and is not thy name Love? Yea, by thy hand the Love-god rends apart All gathering clouds of Night's ambiguous art; Flings them far down, and sets thine eyes above; And simply, as some gage of flower or glove, Stakes with a smile the world against thy heart." english/rawnsley/Z200472684,840871,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"VI. AT KING HENRY'S CHAPEL, MUNCASTER.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Gleams down the vale and passes to the sea,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Where Esk in curves and coils of moony light Gleams down the vale and passes to the sea, They tell how royal Henry once did flee, A crownless king, from Hexham's bloody fight; And how rude shepherd's, on a summer night, Found, and conveyed him, where, on loyal knee, Stout Pennington did pledge his own roof-tree For safety, till the Red Rose had the right. If morn had brought to that unhappy king Vision of stately trees enleaved with gold, Or half the beauteous calm mine eyes behold, Sure it had been a sad awakening -- Such reminiscence of his golden state, And he, discrowned, forsaken, desolate!" english/rawnsley/Z300472898,942593,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Robert Browning.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;From San Michele's wilderness of flowers,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"From Rivo Alto's silent palace hall, From San Michele's wilderness of flowers, Comes one for rest beneath our Abbey Towers Whose sung and soul shall never sleep at all. The crown of Venice shines above the pall, A brighter crown thy tireless spirit dowers, For thy strong heart the weakest heart empowers To ""strive and thrive,"" fare forward, though we fall. Singer of resolute right, and souls on fire To meet the morrow's battle, and the 'must' Of Truth triumphant with our latest breath, Lie here, for gentle Spenser can desire No knightlier guest, nor Chaucer in his dust A truer harp. Lie here -- here comes no death." english/ellisonh/Z300348383,107870,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,TO &lblank;.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"She passes in her beauty, with a trail",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"She passes in her beauty, with a trail Of light behind, Like some particular star In heaven's depths, to which all others are But foils by distance, or their fires pale -- Mere borrowed light which they from her retail. Nor with mere beauty halo'd, but as far Doth she excel in each particular Of Goodness, in the gross as in detail. Her beauty is her mind made visible; Body transfigured with the Spirit's grace, Where every line and lineáment tell How her sweet soul is writ in from and face. Yet in her eyes the sum and total dwell Of all her charms, focus and trysting-place!" english/tupperma/Z200513868,75972,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,PEACE AND STRIFE.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"‘Live peaceably with all, for aught in thee,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"'Live peaceably with all, for aught in thee, If it be possible:' -- but is it so, When every faithful word ensures its foe, And wrath and impulse, in their due degree, Make the lip quiver and the forehead glow? Peace is not always duty; peace forsooth Were sinful compromise with evil men, Whose armed phalanx from the seeds of truth Springs forth, a foeman from each dragon's tooth: If thou essayest good by tongue or pen, Or, worst of all, by force of blameless life, One martyrdom is certain; thou shalt smart A pierced Sebastian from the shafts of strife Aim'd at a loving though a zealous heart." english/polwhele/Z300463019,940337,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Polwhele, Richard, 1760-1838",1760.0,"SONNET the THIRTEENTH. [Go, Limner,—if with Autumn's varied Realm]",1790,14,Poems [1791],&indent;The mimic Canvas e'er presum'd to vie—,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Go, Limner, -- if with Autumn's varied Realm The mimic Canvas ever presumed to vie -- Go, mark the Leaves of that Time-hollow'd Elm Which steal through' many a Teint, to fade and die. Say, as the wildest of the sylvan Scene, That Elm collecting each autumnal Hue, Waves the pale Vesture of a faded Green Shot with Heaven's Lightning, to the bleak East View; Mild over its brighter Leaves while Zephyrs blow; To the drear North while browner Dies unfold; And softly sprinkled 'mid the Boughs below The shadowy Purple mellows into Gold -- Say, has thy happiest Pencil ever portrayed Such mingled Colors, so relieved by Shade?" english/egertonh/Z200345016,470094,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Egerton-Warburton, R. E. (Rowland Eyles), 1804-1891",1804.0,Blindness,1834,14,Twenty‐Two Sonnets (1883),"&indent;'Tis as though light had ne'er created been,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"No rising sunbeam cheers me with its ray, 'Tis as though light had never created been, As though this world and all that is therein, Still without from and void, in darkness lay. One from my side has passed unseen away, Snatched from this world of darkness and of sin; My prayer, my hope that I may likewise win And share with her the light of endless day. As on my way a friendly arm I needs To guide my steps, lest they some peril meet, Some snare encounter as I onward speed, My soul a guide in its Redeemer hath; Lord! be Thy word a lantern to my feet, A light to light me on my heavenward path." english/wordswwi/Z400543574,658385,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXXIV. MUTABILITY.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"And sink from high to low, along a scale",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"From low to high does dissolution climb, And sink from high to low, along a scale Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail; A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, Nor avarice, nor overanxious care. Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear The longest date do melt Like frosty rhyme, That in the morning whitened hill and plain And is no more; drop Like the tower sublime Of yesterday, which royally did wear His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain Some casual shout that broke the silent air, Or the unimaginable touch of Time." english/turnerct/Z200507819,236361,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Turner, Charles Tennyson, 1808-1879",1808.0,THE SEA‐FAIRIES' ANSWER.,1838,14,Small Tableaux (1868),"Our spells shall keep her floating, yet unchanged;",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Our spells shall keep her floating, yet unchanged; The nautilus shall push his purple sail Across her happy shadow; in the gale The storm-blown land-bird, which too far hath ranged, Shall trust her look, and perch, and close his eye: Around her shall the graceful proas move, And fling their garland-gifts of awe and love; And, when the tropic midnight veils the sky, On fair phosphoric seas thy child shall rest, And morn shall find her, when the day comes back, Laid, as in Heaven's own river, in the track Of sunrise over the waters -- to suggest In symbol, that her soul is pure and blessed, And floats from light to light, and cannot die." english/ellisonh/Z300348460,244853,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,IMMORTALITY.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],O Beautiful yet fleeting! Most divine,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"O Beautiful yet fleeting! Most divine Urania, thou true Venus of the soul! Thou whose transcendent beauty might console All pangs and voids, could we but once enshrine In one immortal clasp that from of thine, (O sum of bliss and Being's utmost goal!), Through which the Light eterne, which fills this Whole, Too dazzling shines for Mortals to define Thy from and presence. Oh, before thee here, Poor worm of Earth, I fall; while, passing by, With music in thy motion Like the sphere, And crowned as with the starry galaxy, Thou blindest with excess of light too near, And mockest me; still a splendid mystery!" american/am0092/Z200146101,358524,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Seeger, Alan, 1886-1916",1886.0,SONNET I,1916,14,Poems (1917),"Came to its precious and most perfect flower,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance Came to its precious and most perfect flower, Whether you journeyed with victorious lance Or brought sweet roundelays to Stella's bower, I give myself some credit for the way I have kept clean of what enslaves and lowers, Shunned the ideals of our present day And studied those that were esteemed in yours; For, turning from the mob that buys Success By sacrificing all Life's better part, Down the free roads of human happiness I frolicked, poor of purse but light of heart, And lived in strict devotion all along To my three idols -- Love and Arms and Song." english/whytesam/Z200535822,182195,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Whyte, S. (Samuel), 1733-1811",1733.0,SONNET. To Mr. THOMAS HICKEY.,1763,14,"The Shamrock: or, Hibernian Cresses (1722)",&indent;And steers his easy flight with rapid Wings.,y,,1700-1750,"Hickey, whose faithful Pencil Nature guides, Attend the immortal Strains, sweet Spenser sings, Whilst on his fiery Pegasus he rides, And steers his easy flight with rapid Wings. Short is the Date of sublunary Things! Not so, the genuine Joy, the Transport bright, That from the Muses' sacred Fountain springs: Perpetual Source of ever-new Delight. In mad Ambition's Toils, let Fools unite; Be thine, the pleasing Task, the found Desire, To trace fair Nature's Forms, to blend aright The Painter's magic Skill, and Poet's Fire. Congenial Studies mutual Aids impart, ""And Images reflect from Art to Art." english-ed2/ep2412/Z200659590,478608,,English Poetry,"Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877",1856.0,Sonnet.—DEUS EX MACHINA.,1886,14,A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields by Toru Dutt: A New Edition (1880),"Deluged with fragrance and sweet sound and light,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"I love the park with its perspectives long Deluged with fragrance and sweet found and light, Where in serenity pass -- aerial -- bright, The tripping Hours that shun the noisy throng. I love the book of Poesy and Song, Whence bursts heart-music with resistless might, -- What skylark ere attained the empyreal height Nor summoned up its fellows! Love is strong, But if beneath the boughs of emerald hue, Or in the printed dream of matchless grace, Like a vain peacock, sudden strut to view Owner or author, all the charms efface: Adieu fair prospect, and high thought adieu! Nothing but Art remains -- where was the True." english-ed2/ep2412/Z200659620,186617,,English Poetry,"Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877",1856.0,Sonnet.—A CHARACTER OF THE OLDEN TIME.,1886,14,A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields by Toru Dutt: A New Edition (1880),"Hewn from the solid rock, sincere as gold,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"A valiant heart, simple, correct, austere, Hewn from the solid rock, sincere as gold, Straight as and iron rod, -- a man of old, Whose noble nature never knew a fear. Adulterate interests from his duty clear He chased afar; his conscience never sold; Dared dangers terrible and manifold, And when they ended, dropped into the rear. Under the antique flag, how prompt his lance! But not the less his hate of foreign rule, Gentleman, subject of the King of France, Upon the Rhine, in Lyon's noble school, In Vendee, and wherever he had chance, He shed his blood, faithful, and yet no tool." english/ellisonh/Z300348635,997773,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE BLESSED RETROSPECT OF GOOD DEEDS.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Some gentle deed of Grace, whereto His love",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"How little, at the moment, we appraise Some gentle deed of Grace, whereto His love Who bade us conquer Ill with Good may move Those hearts that yearn to follow in His ways, Though from afar; and catch sighed of His face, As 'it, in some good deed may lift above Ourselves both and the World, and so approve Itself, a faint reflection of His Grace. As at a spring we may, unweeting, drink And save our lives thereby, so may good deed Our souls; each in long chain mysterious link. In its first chrysalis-state, 'this as a seed; But by and by that meaner from will shrink, And thence towards Heaven Like a winged Angel speed." english/wordswwi/Z300543618,292706,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XIII. AT SEA OFF THE ISLE OF MAN.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"And doubts and scruples seldom teazed the brain,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong And doubts and scruples seldom teaseed the brain, That no adventurer's bark had power to gain These shores if he approached them bent on wrong; For, suddenly up-conjured from the Main, Mists rose to hide the Land -- that search, though long And eager, might be still pursued in vain. O Fancy, what and age was that for sung! That age, when not by laws inanimate, As men believed, the waters were impelled, The air controlled, the stars their courses held; But element and orb on acts did wait Of Powers endued with visible from, instinct With will, and to their work by passion linked." english/doubleda/Z300341063,24976,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Doubleday, Thomas, 1790-1870",1790.0,[I know thee well; at once the zest],1820,14,Sonnets and Poems (1818),&indent;Of added wealth and soft desires,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"I know thee well; at once the zest Of added wealth and soft desires Thou wouldst enjoy, nor thinkest the fires Of love alone can make us blessed; While dowry, jewels, and the rest, May feast the eye when beauty tires; So, with the rose, thy wreathe requires The marigold's refulgent crest. Gold pippins tempt thee still aside, From chase of her thou likest to rove; Choose prudent wisdom then for guide, But call not at his bower on Love: Men yet to pair have vainly tried Minerva's owl with Venus' dove." american/am1120/Z200191083,470558,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,[CCCIV. Thy birthday opened with artillery],1853,14,Sonnets (1929),Thy birthday opened with artillery;—,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Thy birthday opened with artillery; -- The flash and thunder of the breaking wave, At early dawn, a greeting salvo gave, While roared the outer crowded, jostling sea. Glad heaven displayed its sunrise pageantry, Each cloud the other trying to outbrave, Till Phœbus through them drove his fiery nave, In golden triumph -- all to honour thee! O sea, we love thee! By thy moonlit side, Mingling my halting whisper with thy tone, I spoke the words that made her heart my own; And ever since, the murmuring of thy tide, Uplifting to the moon its silver zone, Brings back the night whose memory is our pride." american/am0545/Z300164266,580954,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Hay, John, 1838-1905",1838.0,COMPENSATION,1868,14,The complete poetical works (1916),"&indent;In Doric verse, rich as rough‐hammered gold,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Pindar, the Theban, sang to Hieron In Doric verse, rich as rough-hammered gold, The Immortals deal to men, now as of old, Two ill things for one good. These words, forth blown From such a trumpet, through the ages groan A note of misery. And yet I hold That though they deal us evils manifold We owe the High Powers gratitude alone. For one good may be worth a thousand ills; And all the sum of wretchedness that fills The travailing earth, the sea, the arching blue Cannot exceed the wealth of joy that lies In sweet, low words, in smiles and loving eyes -- Cannot compare with love, if love be true." english/barneswi/Z300272839,968876,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barnes, William, 1801-1886",1801.0,SONNET IV. TO THE MOON.,1831,14,"Poems, partly of rural life (1846)","Queen of the stars, that ridest forth on high",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Queen of the stars, that ridest forth on high Amid the silver-skirted clouds of night, O'ershining proudly from the zenith sky The gloomy wood upon the southern height; Now day with busy life and golden light Has sunk away below the western sky; And sleep-bound labourers have shut their sighed From voiceless fields and streams that round them lie. Glory of night, still following the sun, How sweetly does thy mildly-beaming face, -- Made bright by him, -- reflect his glorious rays! Like thine may be the course that we may run; Reflecting in the darksome world the grace Of our Redeemer to our endless praise." english/tupperma/Z200513935,788012,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,TOWN.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"Enough of lanes, and trees, and valleys green,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Enough of lanes, and trees, and valleys green, Enough of briary wood, and hight chalk-down; I hate the startling quiet of the scene, And long to hear the gay glad hum of town: My garden be the garden of the Graces, Flowers full of smiles, with Fashion for their queen, My lanes and fields be crowds of joyous faces, A trifle pleasanter than solitude, Better than cultivating crops or weeds, Or the dull company of rustics rude, Whose only Hope's are bound in clods and seeds: Out on it! let me live in town delight, And for your tedious country-mornings bright Give me gay London with its noon and night." american/am1120/Z200190785,787501,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,[V. My heart is sad today; I know not why],1853,14,Sonnets (1929),My heart is sad today; I know not why.,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"My heart is sad today; I know not why. Is it the dismal falling of the rain -- The wail of wretched winds, -- the clouds that stain The ashen circuit of the sunless sky? My thoughts are drooping; Sorrow shuts her eye Against relief, and hugs her moody pain; A low dull woe creeps through my stagnant brain. This morn I passed my lady's window by, And she looked coldly on me. -- Coldly? Nay, Not coldly, but not warmly; for there beamed No sudden light upon me; and she dreamed Immovably of something far away. Her look was but half mine -- or I misdeemed, -- I know not why, but I am sad today." english/ingramjo/Z200403382,813300,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ingram, John K. (John Kells), 1823-1907",1823.0,WINGED THOUGHTS.,1853,14,Sonnets (1900),"Oft, when the social circle, frank and gay,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Little they know us, even who know us best. Oft, when the social circle, frank and gay, Sports with the topics of the passing day. I seem, at friendly challenge, with keen zest To catch and echo back the flying jest; Yet will my inmost thought be far away -- Like bird that lights, and lights, but does not stay -- Beside my lost ones in their long low rest. One sleeps in Erin, near the home she blessed, Where grateful hearts still worship her; and one, Who passed, his active manhood scarce begun, And all his poet-soul yet unexpressed, Lies under tamarisk boughs, where Afric's sun Looks down on hallowed ground at Beaufortwest." english/rossetdg/Z400478019,735217,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 1828-1882",1828.0,SONNET LXIII INCLUSIVENESS,1858,14,The Works (1911),&indent;Sit at the roadside table and arise:,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The changing guests, each in a different mood, Fit at the roadside table and arise: And every life among them in Like wise Is a soul's board set daily with new food. What man has bent over his son's sleep, to brood How that face shall watch his when cold it lies? -- Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes, Of what her kiss was when his father wooed? May not this ancient room thou sittest in dwell In separate living souls for joy or pain? Nay, all its corners may be painted plain Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well; And may be stamped, a memory all in vain, Upon the sighed of lidless eyes in Hell." english/barlowge/Z300271596,771574,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,VIOLET‐EYES SONNET,1877,14,The Poetical Works [1902–1914],Like violets set within an ivory frame:,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Your eyes were gray before, but now they gleam Like violets set within and ivory frame: So soft and so ethereal a flame Doth play about them, that to me they seem As subtle and as shifting as a dream. Your lips are sweet as violets, and as read As roses: round about your fair soft head Hovers a silvery moon-forsaken beam. What miracles hath Love within his power, That these clear eyes, that were but sorry gray A short while since, now bloom Like any flower, Unfolding a most lovely violet ray, Increasing in its warmth from hour to hour, And in its tenderness from day to day." english/devereau/Z300336873,16279,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,XLV. NATIONAL STRENGTH.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),"Her sons; her sons alone; not theirs, but they:",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"What is it makes a Nation truly great? Her sons; her sons alone; not theirs, but they: Glory and gold are vile as wind and clay Unless the hands that grasp them, consecrate. And what is that in man by which a State Is clad in splendour Like the noontide day? Virtue: Dominion ebbs, and Arts betray; Virtue alone endures. But what is that Which Virtue's self does rest on; that which yields her Light for her feet, and daily, heavenly bred; Which from demoniac pride, and madness shields her, And storms that most assail the loftiest head? The Christian's humble faith; that faith which cheers The orphan's quivering heart and stays the widow's tears." american/am1120/Z200191026,327934,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,"[CCXLVII. Love is the source of all my griefs, 'tis true]",1853,14,Sonnets (1929),"Love is the source of all my griefs, 'tis true,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Love is the source of all my griefs, 'this true, But 'this the source of all my joys as well; I would not break the glamor of its spell, To reign the master of this mortal crew. My joyous seasons have been brief and few; Nor can I reckon up the days that tell My many sorrows, nor the cares that dwell Here at a heart long banished from thy view. This is my comfort: every grief or joy That rules today, and every hope I see Smile through the gloom of boding destiny -- Each thought, sense, memory -- aye, the flimsy toy My fancy plays with, childlike, to destroy -- All we call life, I owe alone to thee." english/smithcha/Z300488916,444887,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET III. TO A NIGHTINGALE.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;Tell'st to the Moon thy tale of tender woe;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Poor melancholy bird -- that all night long Tell'st to the Moon thy tale of tender woe; From what sad cause can such sweet sorrow flow, And whence this mournful melody of sung? Thy poet's musing fancy would translate What mean the sounds that swell thy little breast, When still at dewy eve thou leavest thy nest, Thus to the listening night to sing thy fate? Pale Sorrow's victims were thou once among, Tho' now released in woodlands wild to rove? Say -- hast thou felt from friends some cruel wrong, Or diedst thou -- martyr of disastrous love? Ah! songstress sad! that such my lot might be, To sighs and sing at liberty -- Like thee!" english/dowdened/Z300341225,946880,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Dowden, Edward, 1843-1913",1843.0,VIII. A SONNET FOR THE TIMES,1873,14,Poems (1876),"Close wound in linen, made your own by tears,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"What! weeping? Had you your Christ yesterday, Close wound in linen, made your own by tears, Kisses, and pounds of myrrh, the sepulchre's Mere stone most venerable? And now you say ""No man hath seen Him, He is born away We wot not where."" And so, with many a sighs, Watching the linen clothes and napkin lie, Ye choose about the grave's sad mouth to stay. Blind hearts! Why seek the living amongst the dead? Better than carols for the babe newborn The shining young men's speech ""He is not here;"" Why question where the feet lay, where the head? Come forth; bright over the world breaks Easter morn, He is arisen, Victor over grief and fear." english/rawnsley/Z200471822,476382,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"ON FINDING THE WILD STRAWBERRY IN NIGHTINGALE VALLEY, APRIL 3rd.",1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),"When daisies still are fresh in children's eyes,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Before the Arum peeps from out her hood, When daisies still are fresh in children's eyes, I, rambling, found the wilding strawberries Had spread their pearly petals in the wood! Companion of the wanderer's solitude! Let others boast their scents and gorgeous die, Thy simple star, thy modest hermit guise, Are emblems of the faithful and the good! For thou canst never hear the Nightingale; Thy five white shells will whisper to no Bee; No Butterfly by thee will rest her sail; Some hedgerow thing will win a feast of thee! But thou hast secrets of the kindling earth; And men, who know them, bless thy humble birth." english/barlowge/Z200271382,542518,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,“THE GREATER NEEDS THE LESS” SONNET,1877,14,The Poetical Works [1902–1914],&indent;In deeper modes than we can understand,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The greater needs the less, -- and so God needs In deeper modes than we can understand Each wave's soft kiss that leaps against the land, Each rippling laugh of humblest river-reeds. Creation's loneliest smallest sob he heeds: The Eternal seeks each child's weak outstretched hand. In this is God the vast, the pure, the grand, That from star-founts the glow's lamp he feeds. The tiniest golden flower is deathless part Of God who moulded and who watches all And holds the whole encircled in his heart: -- No sunlit wing can soar, no foot can crawl, Without the safeguard of his eye that knows Each tenderest petal of the world's each rose." english/wordswwi/Z400543245,196471,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XIII. [And is it among rude untutored Dales],1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"There, and there only, that the heart is true?",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"And is it among rude untutored Dales, There, and there only, that the heart is true? And, rising to repel or to subdue, Is it by rocks and woods that man prevails? Ah no! though Nature's dread protection fails, There is a bulwark in the soul. This knew Iberian Burghers when the sword they drew In Zaragoza, naked to the gales Of fiercely-breathing war. The truth was felt By Palafox, and many a brave compear, Like him of noble birth and noble mind; By ladies, meek-eyed women without fear; And wanderers of the street, to whom is dealt The bred which without industry they find." english/bartonbe/Z200273310,747847,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849",1784.0,"INSCRIPTIVE SONNET,To the MemoryOF SAMUEL ALEXANDER.",1814,14,Devotional Verses (1826),"Dear friend, and christian father! unto thee,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Dear friend, and christian father! unto thee, Few months gone by, my grateful thoughts were bent These unelaborate verses to present, For long, unwearied kindness shown to me: But it hath pleased Him, who does not see As mortals do what most with good is blended, Such fondly-purposed offering to prevent; Let this, then, gratitude's memorial be! No praise of man should mar the opening page Of him whose volume treats of themes divine, Nor needs thy cherished memory praise of mine; Yet may thy bright example prayers engage For faith, love, meekness, greenness in old age, And every gift of grace so richly thine." english/ellisonh/Z300348551,784432,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,TRUTH SUPREME.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"I love not Fiction, save as the apt dress",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I love not Fiction, save as the apt dress Of Truth; her outward having, compliment; To set forth, not to hide her high intent; If other, in her very nakedness I'ld have her, to my heart of hearts would press; Take her 'for better or for worse,' as sent By Heaven, and for Man by Heaven meant, His guide divine, to raise him and to bless. Off, off, you lendings, then! Come, then, my bride Clothed all in purity, as never was The Antique Venus, by that sanctified; Through sin and sorrow still unsullied pass! And make my soul a mirror clear, its pride To show thee as thou art, in its true glass!" modern/ent1501/Z400575259,248497,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Gascoyne, David, 1916-",1916.0,SONNET: FROM MORN TO MOURNING,1946,14,,Morning. Full Chorus of the birds. A Sun,,,1900-1950,"Morning. Full Chorus of the birds. A Sun Of nascent ardour in the sapphire dome. Now Memnon's massive kings with mouths of stone Chant their aubade. Now down the valleys come Innocent minstrels in whose unstained eyes Vision unfolds vibrating Like a flower: Yggdrasil spreads above them; Jordan flows About their feet; they hear the magic lyre Of Orpheus echo from the Underworld ... All Earth's calm landscape shimmers; rainbows dance Above the mountain meadows wherein Love's Flocks graze .... But what chill shadow, not of cloud, Is this that darkens noonday's crystal? Whence Comes that far wail of mourning through the groves?" english/tupperma/Z200513737,657743,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,"CALLANISH, IN LEWIS.",1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"Look back,—look back,—look back,—three thousand years;",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Look back, -- look back, -- look back, -- three thousand years; And dream of Callanish, in that old time When, worshipping with simple right sublime The God of darkling Nature's Hope's and fears, Around these hoary stones Druidic seers, Hoary as they, were clustered: dream it out, How, weaving as they went their magic rhyme, They paced this mystic circle round about, Or watched with trembling awe that central den, Where the read victim lay; dream on, and see Yon outer crowd of skin-clad fierce-eyed men Shouting rude pæans as they bend the knee To Him, the One Great Worship of all lands, Who dwells not in temples made with hands." english/rawnsley/Z300472754,280321,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,X. THE GIANT OF MULGRAVE DALE.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Of that long Bay old Ptolemy knew well,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Between the streams that die into the sand Of that long Bay old Ptolemy knew well, Lies the green ridge of Wada's citadel; Wada, the giant duke, whose bloody hand Smote Ethelred the King; Wada, who planned The causeway straight over hill and pathless fell; Who, from the apron of his consort Bell, Spilt heaps of stone, the marvel of the land. But now a mightier giant rules the vale, Throws the dark shade of his imperious sway Across the stream, the roofs, the ricks of corn; And, when grim Wada's walls have passed away, This giant's steed shall plunge through' miles of shale, And Mulgrave's woods shall hear his steamy horn." english/scottjoh/Z400481205,24631,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Scott, John, 1730-1783",1730.0,SONNET IV. PREFIXED TO LANGHORNE'S POETICAL WORKS. 1766.,1760,14,The Poetical Works (1782),"Save by the Muse's soul‐enchanting lay,",y,,1700-1750,"Langhorne! unknown to me (sequestered swain!) Save by the Muse's soul-enchanting lay, To kindred spirits never sung in vain; Accept the tribute of this light essay. Sweet are thy songs, they oft amuse my day; Of Fancy's visions while I hear thee 'plain, While Scotland's honours claim thy pastoral strain, Or Music comes over Handel tears to pay. For all thy Irwan's flowery banks display, Thy Persian Lover, and his Indian fair; For all Theodosius' mournful lines convey, When Pride and Avarice part a matchless Pair; Receive just praise, and wreaths that never decay, By Fame and Virtue twined for thee to wear." american/am0092/Z200146059,577986,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Seeger, Alan, 1886-1916",1886.0,SONNET VI,1916,14,Poems (1917),"The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Give me the Triple of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram, A garret and a glimpse across the roofs Of clouds blown eastward over Notre Dame, The glad-eyed streets and radiant gatherings Where I drank deep the bliss of being young, The strife and sweet potential flux of things I sought Youth's dream of happiness among! It walks here aureoled with the city-light. Forever through the myriad-featured mass Flaunting not far its fugitive embrace, -- Heard sometime in a sung across the night, Caught in a perfume from the crowds that pass, And when love yields to love seen face to face." english/stuarthy/Z200501127,525862,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855",1806.0,SONNET. [The Morn doth build all the air into one throne],1836,14,Sonnets (1839),&indent;Ruddy and golden—glorious and divine!—,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The Morn does built all the air into one throne, Ruddy and golden -- glorious and divine! -- A throne of triumph and a splendid shrine, As though of diamond and of fire it shone! The Morn now comes with all her charms full-blown, Her pomps and powers that proudly matchless shine, A Dream of Roses! -- Vision pure and fine, And all her bright enchantments are our own! -- Morning! -- the Vestal Mother of the Sun Seem'st thou to be, since from thy bosom born, (Thou that first glimpsest -- Like a white-stoled nun! -- ) He springs forth -- Oh! thou triumphal Morn! -- His raze of glory and of joy to run; Thus seems thy Sire -- thy Child -- of strength unshorn!" english/smithcha/Z300489013,298202,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XC. TO OBLIVION.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;These eyes that turn reluctant from the day;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Forgetfulness! I would thy hand could close These eyes that turn reluctant from the day; So might this painful consciousness decay, And, with my memory, end my cureless woes. Sister of Chaos and eternal Night! Oblivion! take me to thy quiet reign, Since robbed of all that gave my soul delight, I only ask exemption from the pain Of knowing ""such things were"" -- and are no more; Of dwelling on the hours for ever fled, And heartless, helpless, hopeless to deplore ""Pale misery living, joy and pleasure dead:"" While dragging thus unwished a length of days, ""Death seems prepared to strike, yet still delays.""" american/am1327/Z200199970,8174,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Very, Jones, 1813-1880",1813.0,Scepticism With Regard To The Gospels,1843,14,The Complete Poems [1993],"Strange words are these, that little now we know",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Strange words are these, that little now we know Of Him, who lived in ancient Palestine; And mighty works performed so long ago, Which all the ages since have called divine. That all is legend, mystery, which we read Of Him, who died mankind from death to save; He, who man from death, and error freed, Himself became the trophy of the grave. Ah faithless age! which cannot see the light, E'en though it does with noonday brightness beam; Which boasts its Science and its clearer sighed, Yet calls the Gospel histories but a dream. It is not that the Light has never shined, Nor shines still; but we to it are blind!" english/mantrich/Z200425105,72022,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,THE AMBITIOUS DISCIPLES.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),"Rash was the tongue, and unadvisedly bold,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Rash was the tongue, and unadvisedly bold, Which sought, Salome, for thy favoured twain Above their fellows in Messiah's reign On right, on left, the foremost place to hold. More rash perhaps, and bolder, that which told Of power the Saviour's bitter cup to drain, And, passing stretch of human strength, sustain His both baptismal. Lord, by thee enrolled Thy servant, grant me thy Almighty grace, My destined portion of thy griefs to bear, Ev'n what thou wilt! But chiefly grant, thy face Within thy glory's realm to see, wherever Most meet thy wisdom deems; whatever the place, It must be blessed, for thou, my God, art there." english/devereau/Z300337891,930920,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,I.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),"&indent;Through new‐mown meadows, crowded pastures green,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"With slow and thoughtful step I went my way Through new-mown meadows, crowded pastures green, On the 'Hawk's Cliff,' in thickets deep, unseen, Without a friend to pass the summer's day. I read of murdered Strafford as I lay, Of timid, faithless Charles, of Pym serene Though mourning for the friend whose youth had been Brightened, Like his, with Freedom's purest ray. Did Friendship earn from Charles no better fate? Could not strong Friendship something then avail, And Justice from her claims on Pym abate? -- Then rather let me listen to the gale Ruffling the sunlit foliage, and create A world of friends unseen than trust to those who fail." english/mitfordm/Z300442138,699505,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mitford, Mary Russell, 1787-1855",1787.0,VII. ON A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.,1817,14,"Dramatic Scenes, Sonnets, and Other Poems (1827)","Look where she sits in languid loveliness,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Look where she sits in languid loveliness, Her feet upgathered, and her turbaned brow Bent over her hand, her robe in ample flow Disparted! Look in attitude and dress She sits and seems and Eastern Sultaness! And music is about her, and the glow Of young fair faces, and sweet voices go Forth at her call, and all about her press. But no Sultana she! As in a book In that fine from and lovely brow we trace Divinest purity, and the bright look Of genius. Much is she in mind and face Like the fair blossom of some woodland nook The windflower , -- delicate and full of grace." english/robinmar/Z300475828,277570,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET XXXVIII.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;The lover's fears, the lover's pangs, to tell;",y,,1750-1800,"Oh sighs! thou stealest, the herald of the breast, The lover's fears, the lover's pangs, to tell; Thou biddest with timid grace the bosom swell, Cheating the day of joy, the night of rest! Oh! lucid tears! with eloquence confessed, Why on my fading cheek unheeded dwell, Meek, as the dew-drops on the flowret's bell By ruthless tempests to the green-sod pressed. Fond sighs, be hushed! congeal, O! slighted tear! Thy feeble powers the busy Fates control! Or if thy crystal streams again appear, Let them, Like Lethe's, to oblivion roll: For love the tyrant plays, when hope is near, And she who flies the lover, chains the soul!" english/moultrie/Z500447625,380115,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moultrie, John, 1799-1874",1799.0,SONNET XII.,1829,14,Poems (1876),"Flitting to‐night around me, many an eye",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Maiden, there's many a fairer face than thine Flitting tonight around me, many and eye As lustrous, locks as glossy in their die, And haply some few shapes scarce less divine: Yet for no other brow must I entwine This coronal of rhymes; the time's gone by, When, Like a lover, I could sit and sighs, And breathe despairing vows at beauty's shrine My gaze hath now grown passionless; yet long Have I, (poor foolish dreamer,) through the dance Track'd thee tonight amid this glittering throng, Watching thy gay and artless countenance, And from that floats so lightsomely along With grace by nature fashioned -- not by France." english/ellisonh/Z300348391,163666,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE CHILD OF THE GUTTER AND THE CHILD OF THE FIELDS.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"His young, fresh life gives out a perfume sweet",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"He plays among the wild flowers, and, Like these, His young, fresh life gives out a perfume sweet And natural; the birds make music meet To teach him his first lesson: then he sees (School'd by example) wise toil of the bees, Of mole the engineering: low and bleat, Sunset and sunrise, seasons change and fleet, Man's work and Nature's grace in all degrees! He plays in alleys foul, a child of sin; No flowers sees, nor hears the sung of bird; Nor Nature's threshold treads, still less within Her holy temple; act unclean and word Defile; ""Man"" fallen from his origin; ""God"" more in cursing than in blessing herd!" english/ellisonh/Z300348449,128274,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE POET AND THE CUP OF TRUTH.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],He would have Truth! Yet first the cup must smear,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"He would have Truth! Yet first the cup must smear With choicest honey from Fancy's flowers made By his own bees of Hybla, to evade The bittersweet! -- with flavours not known here On Earth, herbs grown high up, to heaven near, Fine-herbs of grace, which wither in Earth's shade! Thus daintily disguised, he sips, afraid To drain it: bitter flavours still adhere! Yet drink! and wish no Circe's cup instead: Bareheaded, humbly-kneeling, drink -- to God! 'Tis sacramental; wine from pure grapes, fed With blood of Martyrs; from soil holy, trod By all Earth's noblest, best, living and dead! Tho' bitter, cordial 'this for heart and head!" english/stuarthy/Z200501084,914748,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855",1806.0,SONNET. A NIGHT STORM AT VENICE.,1836,14,Sonnets (1839),&indent;Which starts to proud pale Beauty suddenly!—,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The Lightnings flash upon St. Mark's great dome, Which starts to proud pale Beauty suddenly! -- And seems itself a Lightning to the eye; White, clear, and dazzling-bright -- while the after gloom Closes upon it, Like a swallowing tomb! -- Or is't received and rapt into the Sky, Snatched by the powers of the awful storm on high? No, yet once more from darkness startling come -- Its proud proportions forth in radiant sheen, And for one moment 'this as bright again! -- Can pen or pencil ever bepaint such scene? Nay! it is stamped and written on the brain: It flashes through the soul, with triumph keen, And there must long, unlocked by words remain!" english/rawnsley/Z300472876,47482,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"Bishop Hannington. MASSACRED WITH HIS FOLLOWERS IN MASAI LAND, CENTRAL AFRICA, OCTOBER, 1885.",1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;Shall flood the darker continent's dark heart,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When the assured and fore-determined day Shall flood the darker continent's dark heart, When warriors leave the spear for blow and Mars, And the white Christ assumes His gentle sway, Then shall thy fifty followers where they lay In blood and silence, from their ashes start To bear thee witness, what august a part Was thine -- thou Shepherd-herald of the Way. Those unresisting hands were fiercely bound, Thy soul was free, thy voice was loud in prayer Potent as Stephen's, ever he fell asleep, And if no Paul with hight assent was there, Thy martyr summons went the wide world round, The crimson seed is sown, the Church shall reap." english/sewardan/Z300482277,858182,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXXIV.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Supinely stretch'd beneath the poplar shade,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"In sultry noon when youthful Milton lay, Supinely stretched beneath the poplar shade, Lured by his from, a fair Italian maid Steals from her loitering chariot, to survey The slumbering charms, that all her soul betray. Then, as coy fears that' admiring gaze upbraid, Starts; -- and these lines, with hurried pen portrayed, Slides in his half-closed hand; -- and speeds away. -- ""Ye eyes, you human stars! -- if, thus concealed ""By sleep's soft veil, you agitate my heart, ""Ah! what had been its conflict if revealed ""Your rays had shone!"" -- Bright nymph, thy strains impart Hope's, that impel the graceful barred to rove, Seeking through' Tuscan vales his visionary love." english-ed2/ep2412/Z200659593,910304,,English Poetry,"Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877",1856.0,Sonnet.—THE FOOT‐PRINT ON THE SAND.,1886,14,A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields by Toru Dutt: A New Edition (1880),"Disdainful, arched and furtive, printed clear!",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"A pretty foot, a virgin's foot, no doubt, Disdainful, arched and furtive, printed clear! To find this Cinderella, far and near The prince would have with many a wary scout Searched for a century. I followed out The marks in hope the vision would appear, Either in pensive loveliness austere, Or wreathed with smiles, but vainly looked about. Two miles beneath the heavens, the steps to trace Was joyful work: at last a lake outspread -- No further marks! And not a human face In sighed! To right or left no pathway led! Had Cinderella vanished into space? -- The lake profound slept silent as the dead." english-ed2/ep2493/Z200665532,269137,,English Poetry,"Irwin, Thomas Caulfield, 1823-1892",1823.0,SONNET. [Could we before our souls keep constantly],1853,14,"Poems, Sketches, and Songs, by Thomas Caulfield Irwin ... (1889)",Could we before our souls keep constantly,y,,1800-1850,"Could we before our souls keep constantly The sense of a Being, perfect and divine, And live in presence of the Deity, How purely would our thoughts and actions shine! Though this be hard to realize to sense, In the affectionate child whose sinless soul Loves us, we have a type of innocence And goodness, which are God's, defined here, To love, and make existence holy and dear; Warding all evil by its influence, Angel of Home and Life. Let Reverence reign For what is purest: for of all and best Beauty within this infinite domain, That of and innocent soul is loveliest." english/barlowge/Z500269756,391687,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,THE SERENADER. FIRST VERSION.,1877,14,Poems and Sonnets (1871),"&indent;Set, like a miniature, sweet within the frame,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Out at a window looked a lady fair, Set, Like a miniature, sweet within the frame, And upward gazed a youth with heart aflame, Who laughing said, ""To-night I will prepare A serenade to soften all the air, And shafts of singing at that casement aim;"" The night wore on, the lover never came, For pouting lips had answered, ""If you dare!"" But O, sweet lady, he has done it still, He could not help it, please his fault condone, He could not find a lyre of silver tone Enough to satisfy his searching will That autumn, therefore has he sought to fill Two volumes with the serenader's moan!" english/lambchar/Z200411111,883286,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lamb, Charles, 1775-1834",1775.0,LEISURE.,1805,14,The Poetical works (1836),"That like a mill‐stone on man's mind doth press,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"They talk of time, and of time's galling yoke, That Like a millstone on man's mind does press, Which only works and business can redress: Of divine Leisure such foul lies are spoke, Wounding her fair gifts with calumnious stroke. But might I, fed with silent meditation, Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation -- Improbus Labor, which my spirits hath broke -- I'ld drink of time's rich cup, and never surfeit: Fling in more days than went to make the gem, That crowned the white top of Methusalem: Yea on my weak neck take, and never forfeit, Like Atlas bearing up the dainty sky, The heaven-sweet burden of eternity." english/rawnsley/Z200472323,5449,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"II. THE ANNIVERSARY OF CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER'S DEATH, 25th APRIL.",1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),"Confuses sky with earth, and hill with plain;",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"The Fells are wrapped in purple; murky gloom Confuses sky with earth, and hill with plain; Grief-laden clouds go by, loud sobs the rain, And distant Lake's, pale-faced as sorrow, loom. I think of thee; thy quiet earthy room Opens its grassy door; I see again The Man who with his music beat out pain, And went down singing to a conqueror's tomb. Dear Friend! the world is darker; yea, it seems These pale Anemones that shuddering bow, These Celandines that hide their suns away, Have not forgotten thy dying, nor the day; The woodland stars are quenched with tears, but thou Art glad where God's eternal sunlight beams." english/ellisonh/Z300348472,318045,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE VIOLENT CONTRASTS OF NATURE.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Oh, how caressing in her gentlest mood",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Oh, how caressing in her gentlest mood Is Nature! With her sweet May-breath she blows Asunder the soft petals of the rose, Gentle as infant's breathing, lest she should Rumple the blushing lawn, whose texture would Put Dacca's looms to shame! Noiseless, she throws The shuttle of the elements for those Her flower-soft robes, as if to cloth some nude And brine-emerging Venus! Who would think Those cheeks could puff Like Boreas? That Sea, Fondling his bridelike Earth, lipping her brink As lovers kiss, could ""Hercules furens"" be? That Earth, which this To-day with heaven might link, To-morrow more Like link with hell may see!" english/devereau/Z300337007,458726,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,XV. THE CAMPO SANTO AT PISA.—1.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),This mighty cloister of itself inspires,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"There needs not choral sung, nor organs pealing: This mighty cloister of itself inspires Thoughts breathed Like hymns from spiritual choirs; While shades and lights, in soft succession stealing, Along it creep, now veiling, now revealing Strange forms, here traced by Painting's earliest sire's, Angels with palms; and purgatorial fires; And Saints caughtup, and demons round them reeling. Love, long remembering those she could not save, Here hung the cradle of Italian Art: Faith rocked it; hence, Like hermit child, went forth That heavenborn Power which beautified the earth: She perished when the world had lured her heart From her true friends, Religion and the grave." english/stuarthy/Z200501115,166404,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855",1806.0,SONNET. THE NIGHTINGALES.,1836,14,Sonnets (1839),&indent;The night is shuddering round them with her joy—,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The Nightingales are pouring into sung! The night is shuddering round them with her joy -- Delight that surely cannot ebb nor cloy -- And still the mighty songsters grow more strong; The luscious music made by that sweet throng Shall leave a memory nothing can destroy -- Without a dream of change -- the least alloy In my deep heart, that now hath found a tongue! -- It speaks in their music feelingly! -- And telleth to itself its dreamings all, In eloquence that passes even a sighs! -- So blandly -- beautifully musical! Thus melting into sung 'twould live -- and die! While on itself the deep clear echoes fall!" english/laurence/Z200414265,686123,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Laurence, French, 1757-1809",1757.0,Sonnet. [Thrice hath the sun his annual circle rolled],1787,14,Poetical remains (1872),"&indent;And now is hastening to the goal again,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Thrice hath the sun his annual circle rolled And now is hastening to the goal again, Since Love within my bosom fixed his reign, And, joined by reason, lorded uncontrolled. Yet never dared my lips, too fondly bold, To speak what language can but ill explain; And if to conscious Heaven I breathed my pain, In faltering sounds the timorous wish I told. Ah! then in livelier signs than words expressed, In softly languid looks, and stealing sighs, Read, gentle maid, my tender woe confessed. And Thou to whom is known, O Power all-wise, Each unborn purpose labouring in the breast, So hear my faltered vows, as pure they rise." english/rawnsley/Z200471826,312408,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"TO A THRUSH, HEARD ON CLIFTON DOWN IN A JANUARY MIST.",1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),"Thee, in thy branchy, mist‐empurpled swing,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Clear-throatd minstrel! what desires can move Thee, in thy branchy, mist-empurpled swing, When woods are cold, and winds are sorrowing, Thus to rehearse thy last-year notes of love; To thrill with all thy heart the listening grove; To sit, and, with no surety of the Spring, To answer every voice the breezes bring; And thine excelling championship to prove? In the dead Winter of and early sorrow, No thought of quickening Spring my spirit cheers! But as I Harken, of thy strength I borrow; Hope with thy music mingles in mine ears! Thou, that so cheerly settest forth the morrow, While round thee million buds are wet with tears!" english/stoddart/Z300498194,555137,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stoddart, Thomas Tod, 1810-1880",1810.0,"SONNET. [Through Luichart's lone expanse, dark Conan flows]",1840,14,Songs and Poems (1839),"Of moorland nature, as its tawny blood",y,,1800-1850,"Through Luichart's lone expanse, dark Conan flows, Of moorland nature, as its tawny blood Betokens, and insensibly the flood Glides onward, while continuous hills enclose The quiet lake; at length, this soft repose -- The Syren bosom of the pastoral deeps It rudely spurns, and with terrific leaps Descends into the valley. Oft I chosen In days bygone the wild and vizard place, Wherein to rome, and from the eddy's rout, Lured with bewitching fly, the wary trout; This scene hath Time's hand shifted, and its face 'Reft of the life; yet, picture-like, to me It hangs within the Mind's dark gallery." english/ellisonh/Z300348370,230628,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE END!,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],Is thy soul schooled at notice short to quit;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Is thy soul schooled at notice short to quit; Nor quail at any from that Proteus dread (Whose shapes are fearful as unnumbered), Grim Death, may take, of fever, flux, or fit; Or aught else flesh may bring or may commit? Canst thou, undaunted, hear thy heart, instead O' the healthful tune to which we work, feast, wed, Beat ""The Dead March,"" Death marking time to it? If thy soul, self-sustained and all alone, (No loving heart to cheer), on that dark way Can ""Step-out"" (enfant perdu!) to that' Unknown, By that dread ""March"" played out from hence for aye; If to such temper wrought, thou'rt steel or stone, And ""Death! where is thy victory?"" canst say!" modern/car2902/Z300134397,920608,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,1893 (1990),1950,14,,A Slav philosopher in Stronachlachar:,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"A Slav philosopher in Stronachlachar: Vladimir Solovyov looked down the loch. The sun was shimmering on birk and sauch. 'This beats the fishy vennels of St Machar,' he said, and added, 'Inversnaid tomorrow!' A boatman rowing to him from infinity turned out to be a boatwoman. 'Divinity!' he cried, 'shake back your hair, and shake back sorrow!' The boat was grounded, she walked passed him singing. To her, he was a man of forty, reading. Within him the words mounted: 'Sing for me, dancing Like Wisdom before the Lord, bringing your mazy unknown waters with you, seeding the Northern Lights and churning up the sea!'" american/am0939/Z300177724,830400,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Simms, William Gilmore, 1806-1870",1806.0,SONNET.—AND MUST I SING OF BEAUTY?,1836,14,Areytos (1860),&indent;Thou in the precious sweetness of thy dawn?,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"And must I sing of Beauty, and to thee -- Thou in the precious sweetness of thy dawn? Sing of thy youth, when mine is almost gone? Sing of thy charms, when not again for me Such fruit may blossom on life's blighted tree? Thy loveliness, when but a single glance Takes captive, binds, and never more sets free; The whole soul fettered in a purple trance, Where Love himself, renouncing liberty, Delights in bonds, nor asks deliverance: Submissive gladly to the power whose sway, As heedless of the hunger of the slave, As greedy of his homage, still must crave, Nor notes the victim dying, day by day!" english/rawnsley/Z300472769,956324,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"XI. AFTER THE HERRINGS, WHITBY.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Those weary fisher‐boats, in slumber sound;",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"They lie as they would never wake again, Those weary fisher-boats, in slumber found; But, as one sees at times a dreaming hound Stir, and believe his phantom quarry slave, Sudden they start, and soon the ocean plain Is studded over with sails. Away they bound! Some keen sea-hawk the silver drove has found; The winged huntsmen follow in her train. With such and equal pace the swarthy keels, Slipped from their moorings, hurry to the prey, It seems as if the sky, the ocean, all Move with their motion if they move at all; And Like a dream the quiet pageant steals, To melt into the far horizon's gray." english/ellisonh/Z300348809,695405,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE WIFE.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],Thou pour'dst into this goblet of my heart,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Thou pouredst into this goblet of my heart Thy love, beloved Wife, withouten stint; And so drained I it, and left nothing in 'to; And now 'this emptied, 'this as set apart, Never to be refilled; for thou, thou art No more -- the source! Against this ache Like flint I set my face, hardened my heart, by dint Of apathy to deaden; so the smart To bear or to forget. In vain, alas! Both alike vain! I cannot, cannot bear, While to forget does all my power pass; And, could I, Like Death's blank Life itself were! The crystal goblet's drained, within which was A pearl than Cleopatra's far more rare!" english/ellisonh/Z300348412,418733,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE NIGHT‐KNELL.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Hold thy harsh iron tongue, thou sullen bell!",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Hold thy harsh iron tongue, thou sullen bell! Thou hast no touch of human sorrow, though Thou lendest a tongue to tell us it is so, And dumb Death speak by thee! Of thy stern knell Each stroke upon our bruised hearts seems to tell As hammer-stroke on anvil, blow on blow, Beating out life, remorseless and so slow, With measured torture on each pang to dwell! Too well dost thou interpret to the ear Th' Unutteráble of the dumb-struck heart, Whose inarticulate anguish seems to hear A muffled utterance of its choking smart. Like some poor animal in pain and fear, Whose dumb moans tell all and yet the least part!" american/am1120/Z200191031,999952,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,"[CCLII. I play the masquer to the world, I grant]",1853,14,Sonnets (1929),"I play the masquer to the world, I grant,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I play the masquer to the world, I grant, I flash the spangle's of my art before Its staring eyes; my witless jests I pour Into its ears with many a strut and vaunt. I would not have thee, for that reason, scant, In thy esteem, my virtue's little store, Nor deem me inly false, because I wore A cap and Bells', and uttered empty cant. Alas! the burden of the face to me! Alas! the aching heart, that rose and fell Beneath my gauds, and shook my jester's bell! The lie I planned, for thy security, Lured men's mistrust from what 'it mad to tell; Falsehood to them was very truth to thee." english/ellisonh/Z300348188,902126,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE “CITY” AT HIGH BUSINESS.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"The human tide runs now at top of flood,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The human tide runs now at top of flood, Close upon turning-point; and by and by 'Twill ebb, and leave its human foreshores dry. The main of Life is heaving here for Good And Evil, high and working; rough and rude, The jostling waves 'whelm some, some lift on high; While foam and bubbles of Man's vain Hope's fly, The scud and scum of Fortune's shifting mood. Upon that seething tide rich argosies, And thriftless ventures challenge Fortune's smile, Dangling her golden lures in greedy eyes Of gambling knaves and fools, both alike vile; 'Mid cries of agony that bubbling rise From victims, catching at her straws, the while." english/wordswwi/Z300543723,870134,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,"X. [Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine]",1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Of an immortal spirit, is a gift",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine Of and immortal spirit, is a gift So sacred, so informed with light divine, That no tribunal, though most wise to sift Deed and intent, should turn the Being adrift Into that world where penitential tear May not avail, nor prayer have for God's ear A voice -- that world whose veil no hand can lift For earthly sighed. ""Eternity and Time"" They urge, ""have interwoven claims and rights Not to be jeopardised through foulest crime: The sentence rule by mercy's heavenborn lights."" Even so; but measuring not by finite sense Infinite Power, perfect Intelligence." english/barlowge/Z300271520,75937,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,HEAVEN AND WOMAN SONNET,1877,14,The Poetical Works [1902–1914],"Just one swift starry night, and nothing more;",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"What are ten thousand centuries unto God! Just one swift starry night, and nothing more; Just one light speedy footfall on the floor Of time: one flower beside a dusty road. So mused I in Bond Street: and the ceaseless roar Of carriages seemed Like the centuries wheeling Red ranks round God's throne, with wet eyes appealing For pity, -- crime on crime and war on war. Through the blue sky I gazed as in a dream: -- Then my eyes fell, and in a carriage lo! An olive-skinned clear face and lips that glow With loveliest power of passion, and a gleam Of Italy in the eyes, and forehead low And shapely. -- How far-off those star-thoughts seem!" american/am1120/Z200190961,545478,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,[CLXXXII. It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom],1853,14,Sonnets (1929),"It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom, And the shrill paeans of the laureate bird; As though the year God's waking mandate herd, And came, Like Lazarus, from the torpid tomb. Strange as the first creation from the womb Of eldest chaos was the life that stirred Today through nature, as the primal Word Moved over the void, with light supplanting gloom. Only to me comes no creative light Out of the orient, and my sullen tears Flow through the starless darkness of my fears. O God, develop something in my sighed! Grant me at least the changes of the years, To checker, here and there, this inner night!" english/bennettw/Z300277318,198410,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Bennett, W. C. (William Cox), 1820-1895",1820.0,"3 [The Poet, in what differs he from all]",1850,14,My Sonnets (1843),His fellow rulers of the subject earth?,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The Poet, in what differs he from all His fellow rulers of the subject earth? In this, -- that, even from his very birth, The thousand voices that, in music, call To man from nature, on his ear will fall, Each time but waking in him wilder mirth, Or deeper sadness, than before. Their worth Things common hold with him: use may not wall The least of them from out his wondering love And wordless admiration. He will gaze Upon the heavens, in glory spread above, Upon the teeming earth, with such amaze, With such deep, soul-felt, awe, as if before His eyes their beauty never wandered over." english/smithhor/Z300489147,619849,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Horace, 1779-1849",1779.0,SONNET TO MY OWN NOSE.,1809,14,The Poetical Works (1846),"&indent;Since I must follow thee until I die,—",y,,1750-1800,"O nose! thou rudder in my face's centre, Since I must follow thee until I die, -- Since we are bound together by indenture, The master thou, and the apprentice I, O be to your Telemachus a Mentor, Though oft invisible, for ever nigh; Guard him from all disgrace and misadventure, From hostile tweak, or Love's blind mastery. So shalt thou quit the city's stench and smoke, For hawthorn lanes and copses of young oak, Scenting the gales of heaven that have not yet Lost their fresh fragrance, since the morning broke, And breath of flowers ""with rosy may-dews wet,"" The primrose, cowslip, bluebell, violet." english/wordswwi/Z400543077,630974,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXVIII. I. [Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne],1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud—,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud -- Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed; But all the steps and ground about were strewn With sights the ruefullest that flesh and bone Ever put on; a miserable crowd, Sick, hale, old, young, who cried before that cloud, ""Thou art our king, O Death! to thee we groan."" Those steps I climbed; the mists before me gave Smooth way; and I beheld the face of one Sleeping alone within a mossy cave, With her face up to heaven; that seemed to have Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave!" english/kemblefr/Z200408722,939980,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Kemble, Fanny, 1809-1893",1809.0,SONNET. [Thou who sitt'st listening to the midnight wind],1839,14,Poems (1883),"Pale maiden moon! 'tis said, that they who gaze",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Thou who sittest listening to the midnight wind, Pale maiden moon! 'this said, that they who gaze Too long upon thy melancholy light Are struck with madness, and that over their mind Thou sheddest a mildew down, a withering blight. If this were so, to some thy barren rays Would be more welcome than the fruitful sun To those who number none but happy days. If to be mad were to forget one's grief, Thy dewy finger-tips touching my brow Might to my misery bring such relief As misery such as mine can never know, Till my distracted thoughts shall cease to run From what once was -- to all that must be now." english/arnoldma/Z300263394,28799,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Arnold, Matthew, 1822-1888",1822.0,A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD.,1852,14,Poems (1885),"'Twas not the thought of Byron, of his cry",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"What made my heart, at Newstead, fullest swell? -- 'Twas not the thought of Byron, of his cry Stormily sweet, his Titan-agony; It was the sighed of that Lord Arundel Who struck, in heat, his child he loved so well, And his child's reason flickered, and did die. Painted (he willed it) in the gallery They hang; the picture does the story tell. Behold the stern, mailed father, staff in hand! The little fairhaired son, with vacant gaze, Where no more lights of sense or knowledge are! Methinks the woe, which made that father stand Baring his dumb remorse to future days, Was woe than Byron's woe more tragic far." american/am0382/Z200158514,734718,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Thaxter, Celia, 1835-1894",1835.0,SONNET,1865,14,The heavenly guest [1935],"Superb the human type, superb the power,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Superb the human type, superb the power, The genius high, that Like a starry fire Set in the sky in some auspicious hour, Bids all the world look upward and admire If such a wonder comes within the scope Of Nature's plan, can death destroy its light, And splendid possibilities of hope Flash to man's dark horizon from its height? Great is the raze that once in centuries Blossoms in such a glorious guise at last! Who will believe so grand a spirit die, Remembering how this stately creature passed, And with imperial step life's highway trod, Crowned with the calm of some immortal God." english/wildeosc/Z400536282,372969,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900",1854.0,SONNET ON APPROACHING ITALY,1884,14,The works (1909),"&indent;Italia, my Italia, at thy name:",y,,1850-1900,"I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the mountain's heart I came And saw the land for which my life had yearned, I laughed as one who some great prize had earned: And musing on the marvel of thy fame I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned. The pinetrees waved as waves a woman's hair, And in the orchards every twining spray Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam: But when I knew that far away at Rome In evil bonds a second Peter lay, I wept to see the land so very fair." english/yearsley/Z200545340,277564,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Yearsley, Ann, 1756-1806",1756.0,SONNET TO &wblank;.,1786,14,The rural lyre (1796),"&indent;Imprints the glebe, bids ev'ry channel fill—",y,,1750-1800,"Lo! dreary Winter, howling over the waste, Imprints the glebe, bids every channel fill -- His tears in torrents down the mountains haste, His breath augments despair, and checks our will! Yet thy pure flame through lonely night is seen, To lure the shivering pilgrim over the green -- He hastens on, nor heeds the pelting blast: Thy spirit softly breathes -- ""The worst is passed; Warm thee, poor wanderer, 'mid thy devious way! On thy cold bosom hangs unwholesome air; Ah! pass not this bright fire! Thou long mayest stray Ere through the glens one other spark appear."" Thus breaks thy friendship on my sinking mind, And lures me on, while sorrow die behind." english/stuarthy/Z200501231,317882,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855",1806.0,SONNET. [There seems a tone of tenderness in all],1836,14,Sonnets (1839),&indent;The various musics of this Summer's morn;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"There seems a tone of tenderness in all The various musics of this Summer's morn; A smile of Love does every charm adorn, That round us now is spread to touch and thrall. Richly yond woodbine's clustering tresses fall, A Cradle of Caresses! -- Day's newborn, Clear air is rocked there till oppressed -- over worn With sweetness scarce can it its strength recall, Each breath fails Like a dreamy, faltering sighs, A passion and a feeling does it seem -- Surely encradled there, 'twould ever lie, And drink these odours, poured in richest stream; And I with this would sink and faint and die, Breathless and bodiless, as some sweet Dream!" english/ellisonh/Z300347958,116594,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,IMAGINATION.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"A headstrong steed art thou, ill‐trained, to ride,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"A headstrong steed art thou, ill-trained, to ride, Imagination! Well he needs to use Both bit and spur, for thy hight blood does choose Strange paths, in spleen of speed and flush of pride. One might almost as lief the wind bestride, As thee, thou winged Pegasus, when lose; That knowest not time nor space, nor dost refuse To go to Heaven or Hell, whatever betide. Yet what were Man without thee! Light, wind, wing, Fire, flame, are poor comparatives for thee. Thou dost into the lap of Pleasure fling Unknown delights, and touchest those we see And feel to finer issues. Thou dost bring The dead to life, and makest Man spirit-free!" english/barlowge/Z400269702,792122,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,SACRA NOX.,1877,14,Poems and Sonnets (1871),&indent;What should we do without thee? when the day,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"O Night divine, bringer of dreams to mortals, What should we do without thee? when the day Like some slow snake has dragged its length away, With gentle hand thou closest eyelid portals, And, fact shut out, sweet fiction works within, And many a from to Beauty's Queen akin Sweeps through the sleeper's brain, the weary din Of daylight all forgotten, bliss that foretells Reality of waking bliss to be, Casting across the forehead of the sleeper Soft lights and shades, as over summer sea Flit clouds of colour, ever waxing deeper As laughs by night a soul in light a weeper Uprising strong the moon of ecstasy." english/ellisonh/Z300348109,828745,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,ON A TOMB.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Dost thou, O Tomb, speak truth, or petrify",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Dost thou, O Tomb, speak truth, or petrify A falsehood? With engravèd breath give praise To proved deserts, or if of what it says The stone were conscious, would it blush to lie In sighed of all men, and insult the sky? It were all one! Time with oblivious days Hath blotted out that life, and now its place Not knows it, true or false, or how, or why. Time stays not to gloze epitaphs! he sweeps With his great wings oblivious dust behind, And to the instant business sternly keeps. A few grand names, seërs where all are blind, Speakers where dumb, watchers in world that sleeps, The lights of God, shine on to guide mankind." english-ed2/watsonsi/Z300681391,982749,,English Poetry,"Watson, William, 1858-1935",1858.0,AFTER NEWS OF AN EXECUTION,1888,14,Ireland unfreed: Poems and verses written in the early months of 1921 by Sir William Watson (1921),"To choose, not peace, but strife, and thereto dare",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Was it all folly -- yonder, hour by hour, To choose, not peace, but strife, and thereto dare The lion couched in his unnative lair, The world-feared lion, mighty to devour? O that some folly as splendid were a flower Not, on all shores but those, so wondrous rare! Common as weed in Ireland everywhere That splendid folly blooms, and hath the power To make a mere slight boy not only face Death with no tremblings, with no coward alarms, But Like a lover woo it to his arms, Clasp with a joyous and a rapt embrace Death's beauty, Death's dear sweetness, Death's pure grace, And count all else as nought beside Death's charms." american/am0731/Z200171713,431533,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Fairfield, Sumner Lincoln, 1803-1844",1803.0,SONNET.,1833,14,The poems and prose writings (1841),"Hail'st thou, my spirit! the sweet autumn hours?",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Why thus, with mournful thought and tears and sighs. Hail'st thou, my spirit! the sweet autumn hours? Why fall the anthem strains of shadowy bowers Unfelt, that had communion with the skies? Why fade the glories of the sunset now, Why drop the rainbow leaves upon my track Unmarked? Pale phantom thought looks back Through tears, on what hath been, and from my brow The glorious dayspring of my life hath fled! Trial and grief, bereavement and the throes Of and overburdened, injured spirit's woes, Companionless, have left me with the dead; Father, son, sister, life, hope, light have gone -- Why over Earth's desert should I struggle on?" english/ellisonh/Z300348378,573726,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE DREAD “LOGIC OF FACTS:” A PASSING SHADOW.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],In self‐despite; with struggles desperate,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"In self-despite; with struggles desperate As for dear life -- death instant, as, overhead, That sword of Damocles, held by a thread; Or lightning-flash would write in fire, ""Too late,"" Should I, 'twixt life and death, one least breath bore From fear or favour! -- have I utterèd The dreaded Thought, which all-but strikes me dead; To unsay, unthink which would make my state As hell to heaven! Whether God or Fiend Urgeth me on, I know not; for I am But as in giant's grasp a child unweaned! Yet Truth is Truth; and its stern touch all Sham Tests, Like Ithuriel's spear, however screened, Let Balaam bless, or Balak curse and damn!" english/kemblefr/Z200408767,165141,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Kemble, Fanny, 1809-1893",1809.0,"SONNET ON THE AMERICAN WAR. [She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all]",1839,14,Poems (1883),Its weary workers! gazing from afar,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all Its weary workers! gazing from afar At the clear rising of that hopeful star; Star of redemption to each weeping thrall Of power decrepit, and of rule outworn; Beautiful shining of that blessed morn, Which was to bring leave for the poor to live; To work and rest, to labour and to thrive, And righteous room for all who nobly strive: She has gone down! Woe for the struggling world, Back on its path of progress sternly hurled! Land of sufficient harvests for all dearth, Home of farseeing Hope, Time's latest birth, -- Woe for the promised land of the whole earth!" american/am1120/Z200191012,846605,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,[CCXXXIII. Half that we learn is wisdom of the heart],1853,14,Sonnets (1929),"Half that we learn is wisdom of the heart,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Half that we learn is wisdom of the heart, Which owes but little to the probing brain -- A broad foundation, laid in joy and pain, On which we built for Heaven our better part. Hence faith's mysterious influences start, Against whose guidance reason strives in vain, That credit hope when fortune's triple chain Binds us as slaves before the gaping Mars. What comfort, life, hast thou in all thy store, From sage experience, thought, or creed, or act, To stand as offset to that solemn pact? Canst thou on God's hereafter shut the door? Or bury faith beneath a hopeless fact, Or close the heart from visions evermore?" english/moultrie/Z500447688,149337,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moultrie, John, 1799-1874",1799.0,SONNET XXXIII.,1829,14,Poems (1876),"And wise and watchful nurture of his powers,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"To patient study and unwearied thought, And wise and watchful nurture of his powers, Must the true poet consecrate his hours: Thus, and thus only, may the crown be bought Which his great brothers, all their lives, have sought; For not to careless wreathers of chance flowers Openeth the Muse her amaranthine bowers, But to the Few, who worthily have fought The toilsome fight, and wone their way to fame. With such as these I may not cast my lot, With such as these I must not seek a name; Content to please awhile and be forgotten; Winning from daily toil (which irks me not) Rare and brief leisure these poor songs to frame." english/ellisonh/Z300348279,600327,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,WOMEN'S RIGHTS.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Ye are self‐judged; ye your ownselves arraign,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Ye are self-judged; you your ownselves arraign, When loss of rights imagined you lament: Had you the duties which are compliment To these fulfilled, as blessings you would gain Those rights, which barren else must come and vain, Life's unripe fruits. For Mothers you were meant; And with that master-key might be content To hold the treasure-house of heart and brain. Had you that reverence for woman's name Ye claim for it, your reverence would beget The Like; your practice would attest your claim. On your pure brows, a true phylactery set, Virtue would awe, and put cheap wits to shame, With ""grace divine"" and Rights not counterfeit!" english/grantann/Z200381986,979921,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Grant, Anne MacVicar, 1755-1838",1755.0,SONNET. [All hail! ye frowning terrors of my way],1785,14,The Highlanders (1808),"No flow'ry vales, or plains with verdure gay,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"All hail! you frowning terrors of my way, Rude Grampian mountains! crowned with lasting snow, No flowery vales, or plains with verdure gay, Could bid my soul with purer joy overflow. Barriers of holy freedom! your stern brow With guardian frown overlooks her last retreat, When tyrant rapine roamed the plains below, Among your winding glens she found a seat Beyond those dark defiles, thy narrow vale, Green Laggan! soon shall cheer my weary sighed . Young voices sounding on the mountain gale, Shall fill this anxious bosom with delight, While ruddy innocence with raptured smile Shall cling to this found heart, by absence torn erewhile!" english/cottonch/Z200321665,40406,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,Sonnet. [Why dost thou say thou lov'st me now],1660,14,Poems on Several Occasions (1689),"And yet proclaim it is too late,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Why dost thou say thou lovest me now, And yet proclaim 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 Love and Nature prompt thee to, Whilst thus thou tryumph'st in thy prime, Thou mayest discreetly love, and use Those Pleasures thou didst once refuse: But to profess it were a Crime." english/devereau/Z300336998,407321,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,VI. GENOA.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),"That Doria, feared by monarchs, once was thine?",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Ah! what avails it, Genoa, now to thee That Doria, feared by monarchs, once was thine? Univied ruin! in thy slow decline From virtuous greatness, what avails that he Whose prow descended first the Hesperean sea, And gave our world her mate beyond the brine, Was nurtured, while and infant, at thy knee? All things must perish -- all but things divine. Flowers, and the stars, and Virtue; these alone, The self-subsisting shapes, or self-renewing, Survive. All else are sentenced. Wisest were That builder who should plan with strictest care Ere yet the wood was felled or hewn the stone, The aspect only of his pile in ruin!" american/am1013/Z300181493,391920,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Lowell, James Russell, 1819-1891",1819.0,[XIV. I saw a gate: a harsh voice spake and said],1849,14,Early poems [n.d.],"“This is the gate of Life;” above was writ,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I saw a gate: a harsh voice spoke and said, ""This is the gate of Life;"" above was writ, ""Leave hope behind, all you who enter it;"" Then shrank my heart within itself for dread; But, softer than the summer rain is shed, Words dropped upon my soul, and they did say, ""Fear nothing, Faith shall save thee, watch and prey!"" So, without fear I lifted up my head, And lo! that writing was not, one fair word Was carven in its stead, and it was ""Love."" Then reigned once more those sweet tones from above With healing on their wings: I humbly herd, ""I am the Life, ask and it shall be given! I am the way, by me you enter Heaven!""" english/barneswi/Z300272836,8626,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barnes, William, 1801-1886",1801.0,SONNET II. RURAL NATURE.,1831,14,"Poems, partly of rural life (1846)","Where art thou loveliest, O nature, tell!",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Where art thou loveliest, O nature, tell! O where may be thy paradise? Where grow Thy happiest groves? And down what woody dell Do thy most fancy-winning waters flow? Tell where thy softest breezes longest blow? And where thy ever blissful mountains swell, Upon whose sides the cloudless sun may throw Eternal summer, while the air may quell His fury. Is it 'neath his morning car, Where jeweled palaces, and golden thrones, Have awed the eastern nations through all time? Or over the western seas; or where afar Our winter sun warms up the southern zones With summer? Where can be the happy climb?" english/dixonric/Z200339306,620090,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Dixon, Richard Watson, 1833-1900",1833.0,Humanity: a Sonnet.,1863,14,Historical Odes and Other Poems (1864),"&indent;A mightier soul, which yet to each belongs:",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"There is a soul above the soul of each, A mightier soul, which yet to each belongs: There is a found made of all human speech, And numerous as the concourse of all songs: And in that soul lives each, in each that soul, Though all the ages are its lifetime vast; Each soul that die, in its most sacred whole Receiveth life that shall for ever last. And thus for ever with a wider span Humanity overarches time and death; Man can elect the universal man, And live in life that ends not with his breath, And gather glory that increases still Till Time his glass with Death's last dust shall fill." english/wordswwi/Z300543725,486364,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XII. [See the Condemned alone within his cell],1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),And prostrate at some moment when remorse,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"See the Condemned alone within his cell And prostrate at some moment when remorse Stings to the quick, and, with resistless force, Assaults the pride she strove in vain to quell. Then mark him, him who could so long rebel, The crime confessed, a kneeling Penitent Before the Altar, where the Sacrament Softens his heart, till from his eyes outwell Tears of salvation. Welcome death! while Heaven Does in this change exceedingly rejoice; While yet the solemn heed the State hath given Helps him to meet the last Tribunal's voice In faith, which fresh offences, were he cast On old temptations, might for ever blast." english/rawnsley/Z200472312,859362,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,The Garden City,1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),&indent;Thro' brick‐built conduits shall the nation pour,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"No more in sunless cities, grim and gray, Thro' brick-built conduits shall the nation pour Her dwindling life in torment, and no more, Where men can neither dream nor watch and prey, Shall quiet Thought and Rest be scared away -- There, where Like breakers on and angry shore Ever we hear the multitudinous roar, And day is night and night is turned to day. For Love, in league with sunshine and sweet air With comfortable grass and healing flowers, Has sworn to bring back man his natural good, Has planned a Garden City, fresh and fair, Where Work and Rest and Joy may ply their powers And Health go hand in hand with Brotherhood." english/kemblefr/Z200408633,492936,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Kemble, Fanny, 1809-1893",1809.0,"SONNET. [Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil]",1839,14,Poems (1883),"&indent;Of life, which I am doomed to till full sore,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil Of life, which I am doomed to till full soar, Spring'st Like a noisome weed! I do not toil For thee, and yet thou still comest darkening over My plot of earth with thy unwelcome shade. Thou nightshade of the heart, beneath whose boughs All fair and gentle buds hang withering, Why hast thou wreathed thyself around my brows, Casting from thence the blossoms of my spring, Breathing on youth's sweet roses till they fade? Alas! thou art and evil weed of woe, Watered with tears and watched with sleepless care, Seldom does envy thy green glories spare; And yet men covet thee -- ah, wherefore do they so!" english/stuarthy/Z200501064,319044,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855",1806.0,SONNET. ON THE HELENENTHAL.,1836,14,Sonnets (1839),"&indent;With voice of clearest chrystal singing sweet,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The gurgling brook sang near its pleasant sung, With voice of clearest crystal singing sweet, And rolled its wave of sunshine at our feet, And birds, hard by, trilled loud, -- a merry throng, The sheltering, shadowing, sweeping woods, among, As they would sing before the noonday's heat; And many and echo did the strain repeat. No cloud was dark -- no swelling breeze was strong -- But gentlest airs just moved the leaf and blade; And tenderest fleeces softly flecked the sky, And beautiful as sunshine seemed the shade! -- Ten thousand nameless beauty's charmed the eye, Born of the moment -- suddenly displayed, And then as suddenly snatched back -- passed by!" english/rossetch/Z300477708,738053,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Christina Georgina, 1830-1894",1830.0,Immalee: Sonnet.,1860,14,The Complete Poems (1979–1990),"I gather thyme upon the sunny hills,",y,,1800-1850,"I gather thyme upon the sunny hills, And its pure fragrance ever gladdens me, And in my mind having tranquillity I smile to see how my green basket fills. And by clear streams I gather daffodils; And in dim woods find out the cherrytree, And take its fruit, and the wild strawberry, And nuts, and honey; and live free from ills. I dwell on the green earth, 'neath the blue sky, Birds are my friends, and leaves my rustling roof; The deer are not afraid of me, and I Hear the wild goat, and hail its hastening hoof; The squirrels sit perked as I pass them by, And even the watchful hare stands not aloof." english-ed2/ep2439/Z200662020,417151,,English Poetry,"Hunter, William Elijah, 1839-1913",1839.0,Nightmare,1869,14,The Nightingale And Other Poems: (Waifs of Past Years) By William Elijah Hunter [1908],"And where are they that worshipped, they and theirs",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Where, where is now their God? where now their God? And where are they that worshipped, they and theirs That fondly strove by agonies and tears To win their way to some serene abided, Immaculate? -- Poor fools, they boar the load Of life in vain, in vain they prayed -- their prayers Age after age went wailing through' the spheres To One who answered not, nor any boon bestowed. But still the starry veil that hid His face Fell in and darkened as that hour drew nigh; When lo, a slow long shudder of distress Crept on and passed -- and Nature's helm in space Swung lose, and down a blind Eternity The Universe sank -- drifting -- pilotless." english/ellisonh/Z300347953,210992,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,ON THE SAME.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Thou mirror, kingdom‐framed, o'er which so long",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Thou mirror, kingdom-framed, over which so long The huge Colossus Rome her shadow threw, And with her fragments all thy shores did strew; When, Like a potter's vessel, in the strong O'erheated furnace of her sin and wrong, She flew to pieces, and in ruin drew A world behind her; strangely Old and New, Hope's, memories, each on other crowding, throng. But o, the magnet that most draws our hearts Is not that of ""The Seven Hills;"" 'this thine, Jerusalem! thou goal towards which still starts Each pilgrim soul; or to its other shrine, Athens, the eye of science and of arts, The first to see man's heritage divine." english/anderso1/Z300259711,457787,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Anderson, Alexander, 1845-1909",1845.0,"VI. [And thou, in such calm moments, wilt again]",1875,14,Ballads and Sonnets (1879),"And thou, in such calm moments, wilt again",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"And thou, in such calm moments, wilt again Stand in that holy silent light which swims With unsung liturgies and incensed hymns That ever teach us life is light and vain! Nay, in thy spirit thou wilt walk in awe Adown the column vista of the nave, Till transept, altar, and high architrave Deepen and take the universal law Of worship. Or wilt thou become as one Who hath no motion, and with eyes that seem To gaze beyond their light, drink in the mild Celestial splendour of our Raphael's dream, And steeped in all the art thou gazest on -- Half worship the Madonna and her Child!" english/moultrie/Z500447671,721087,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moultrie, John, 1799-1874",1799.0,SONNET XVI.,1829,14,Poems (1876),"If that I did, shame blister my false tongue",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Said I thou wast not beautiful? in sooth, If that I did, shame blister my false tongue For calumny most foul upon thee flung: For what is beauty? Eye, cheek, hair, lip, tooth, Forehead and from, in bloom of radiant youth And faultless symmetry? Such bards have sung, And painters over such enamoured hung, And such have coxcombs praised with flatteries smooth; But more than such does heartfelt love demand, And more than such, beloved girl, is thine: Thought, sympathy, affection soft and bland, Sense, feeling, goodness in thy sweet eyes shine: Is not this beauty which all understand? Which sways all hearts with power and grace divine?" english/lloydcha/Z200416813,19316,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,SONNET V. [When that dear Saint my fancy has possess'd],1805,14,Poems on The Death of Priscilla Farmer (1796),"&indent;Cheating my griefs, and then to bitter tears",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"When that dear Saint my fancy has possessed, Cheating my griefs, and then to bitter tears Leaves me, I seek to calm my aching fears, Thinking how holily She still suppressed Each dim disquietude, looking to Him The Friend of bowed souls who wait to hear The ""still small voice"" to forlorn Sorrow dear! Then do mine eyes with kindlier sadness swim: -- And I implore, that She whom I did weep As I had had no hope, as on Death's sleep No morn arose, when She shall liveliest dart On each tranced sense, may teach my prayers to rise Impassion'd, and a purer sacrifice, Lifted by Her, the Priestess of my Heart!" english/shelleyp/Z300484368,909539,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 1792-1822 (trans.) / Cavalcanti, Guido, d. 1300 (orig.)",1792.0,SONNET FROM THE ITALIAN OF CAVALCANTI,1822,14,The Complete Poetical Works (1904),Changed thoughts and vile in thee doth weep to find:,y,,1750-1800,"Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit Changed thoughts and vile in thee does weep to find: It grieves me that thy mild and gentle mind Those ample virtues which it did inherit Has lost. Once thou didst loathe the multitude Of blind and madding men -- I then loved thee -- I loved thy lofty songs and that sweet mood When thou were faithful to thyself and me. I dare not now through thy degraded state Own the delight thy strains inspire -- in vain I seek what once thou were -- we cannot meet And we were wont. Again and yet again Ponder my words: so the false Spirit shall fly And leave to thee thy true integrity." english/rawnsley/Z200471806,908670,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,THE RED MAIDS' SCHOOL.,1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),"Who limned these red‐skirt maidens, where they sit,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Those hands unto the heart for help did send, Who limned these red-skirt maidens, where they sit, Weaving their humble futures as they knit, Making a happy present as they mend! For here, on one long bench, clear eyes befriend The sightless; this -- unto the tale will fit Convenient moral; that -- with childish wit Will counsel take, or grave experience lend! Wise little rulers of your playing yard, Hoop-sticks your sceptres, orbs your knitting-balls! Though by stern gates your liberties are barred, Yours is a realm beyond the college walls; For while at white-caped senators you play, You found the order of a gentler day." english/tupperma/Z200513749,399408,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,CALUMNY.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"‘Lo! ye shall take up serpents without fear,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"'Lo! you shall take up serpents without fear, And walk on scorpions, scathless of their sting, And, if you drink of any deadly thing It shall not hurt you:' -- what a power is here! A sevenfold buckler to our calm strong hearts Against the feeble, blunted, broken darts Of Hate's fierce frown, or Envy's subtle sneer: O Christian! go straight on; though slander rear, To freeze thy warmth, her cold Medusa head; Go on, in faith and love, at duty's call: With naked feet on adders thou shalt tread, Meet perils, only to surmount them all, And so, by bade men's blame, as good men's praise, Build up God's blessing on thy words and ways." english/miscell3/Z200641420,544489,1880-1901 Late Victorian,English Poetry,"Thomas, Margaret, c.1840-1929",1840.0,"SONNET. [Stay thou on foreign shores, my love, my love]",1870,14,,&indent;And drink the perfumed breezes of the south;,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Stay thou on foreign shores, my love, my love, And drink the perfumed breezes of the south; Catch for thine eyes the sun's bright beams above, And place its roses on thy cheeks and mouth. Lie thou unheeding by the summer sea, Washing the silver sand beneath thy feet, And let its echoing wavelets whisper thee Of all thy soul believes most fair and sweet. Have not one dream of care; and when the night Hangs her bright lamplets in the ebon dome Remember those who love thee as the light, And wait to welcome thy dear presence home. So gather health and joy; then come to me Safe and unchanged across the friendly sea." english/rawnsley/Z200472381,531387,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,LX. THE WINTER STEAM‐BOAT.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),That they who live beside the Winter mere,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Let prejudice contemn thee, but I know That they who live beside the Winter mere Must greet thy frequent passage, feel the cheer Of that swift eddying cloud of level snow, Which ever melts but still does shift and grow Athwart the dreary headlands; yea, must hear Right glad thy sovran summons at each pier, The shrill farewells thy steamy whistles blow. But when I see thee issuing out of storm, Those fiery pantings by the following wind Built to a most majestic pillared from, And moving straightly on, I call to mind How still across the tide, 'twixt friends and foes, God moves, to these a cloud, a fiery light to those." american/am1120/Z200190858,206487,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,"[LXXIX. Oh! sigh no more, no longer paint the air]",1853,14,Sonnets (1929),"Oh! sigh no more, no longer paint the air",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Oh! sighs no more, no longer paint the air With the distempered pictures of thy brain! The sighs are idle, and the shapes are vain Before thy reason's cold, unwinking stare. Why wound thy heart with arrows of despair, By love's shrewd shaft already cleft in twain? Why drag and drag a still unfolding chain, If rest will make thy shackles less to bear? Thus with myself I sometime strive in thought, To reason down the love that preys upon Heart, mind, life, soul, and feeds on all as one. As well might poor Prometheus, distracted With the fierce eagle's hungry claws, be brought To turn his face and smile against the sun." english/rawnsley/Z200472358,677587,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XXXVII. LATTERBARROW.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),"Between his knees they placed the spear and bow,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"They set old Lathar dead upon the height That looks over Hiarn's spring to Sölva's How; Between his knees they placed the spear and bow, Fresh strung for battle, in the land of Night. In lusty sung the warriors told his might; The little ones in whispers learned to know How sometime from Valhalla's halls of snow Would Lathar come to take again his right. Strong in that faith the sorrowing clansmen went, Hewed down the wood, set fences, sowed the seed, Let light to Blelham's Tarn, would dare to bleed, To that stern barrow's trust obedient. O! for such voice from Olivet to cry, ""God claims the land He lent -- The Christ is by!""" american/am1120/Z200191013,737634,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,[CCXXXIV. A torpid season once in every year],1853,14,Sonnets (1929),A torpid season once in every year,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"A torpid season once in every year Falls on my nature, when in vain I wring A sullen discord from this golden string, Or strive with sung to fill my vacant ear. Yon linnet moulting now his feathery gear In drooping silence, without heart to sing The lays he twittered to the early Spring, Emblems my state, and seems to feel my cheer. God, wouldst thou make me grateful for my lot, By thus confounding me with common men, Lest, in my pride, thy bounties be forgotten? Give me, O Lord, my power to sing again, Leaning my breast against a thorny spot, So lost in music that I smile at pain!" english/rawnsley/Z300472777,447913,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"XIX. THE SIX O'CLOCK BELL, WHITBY.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"But the laborious ocean still works on,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"The loud bell rings, the time of toil is over, But the laborious ocean still works on, As though its deeds of help were never done, And to its central depths it must repour For gathering strength to bless the further shore. Led by its tireless impulse, one by one, The fisher boats without a sighs have gone Forth to their starlit watch and labour soar. There is who rests not, sleeping day nor night: This wide-embracing, this unwearied sea Shares in the mind of Him whose pulses move All thought, all action; even these boats can prove Their hearts have touches of the infinite, In that they toil for others ceaselessly." english-ed2/ep2602/Z200674335,957451,,English Poetry,"Parkes, Henry, Sir, 1815-1896",1815.0,SONNET.,1845,14,"Stolen Moments: A Short Series of Poems, by Henry Parkes (1842)","Where grew the bread‐tree, a poor Briton dwelt;",y,,1800-1850,"Escaped from shipwreck, on a South Sea isle, Where grew the bread-tree, a poor Briton dwelled; Living on pity which the savage felt, And hope which pictured still his loved one's smile. A chief-boy chanced that pale one first to meet, Who brought him food prepared from choicest fruits; And led him forth to fountains cool and sweet, And showed him all the islesmen's rude pursuits. He grew half happy with his uncouth friends, -- For many friends 'mong the dusk tribes he wone: And still some gentle boy his wants attends, Seeking for him all treasures of the sun. Years rolled away even so: yet would he weep Wildly for his lost love beyond the stormy deep." american/am1120/Z200191097,62807,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,"II. Yes rest, and ponder what the nations owe",1853,14,"[Sonnets, in] The Christian keepsake (1849)","Yes rest, and ponder what the nations owe—",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Yes rest, and ponder what the nations owe -- From the mysterious sacrifice apart -- To this rude emblem. Hence did learning start; The savage melted 'neath Religion's glow; Hence Peace and civilizing Science flow, Refining Culture and creative Art; The social ties which sooth man's rugged heart, Beneath its blessing to perfection grow; And budding Hope's around it freshly bloom. Still we beneath the Druid's leafy gloom Might wander dark; or, at Valhalla's board, Hope, with its gods, the foaming cans to smite, Had not this symbol of our martyred Lord Like and Aurora, lit the boreal night." english/marstonp/Z400425574,797326,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Marston, Philip Bourke, 1850-1887",1850.0,SONNET XI. A SUMMER DREAM.,1880,14,The Collected Poems (1892),"&indent;Walked sadly, without hope, until the spring",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"There was a man who through long winter days Walked sadly, without hope, until the spring Came back to make the whole world shine and sing; And then he found one day a gracious place Girt round with trees; while over waving ways Of deep green grass the gusty winds did bring Soft, subtle scents of sweet flowers blossoming, With found of wild birds singing face to face. There he lay down, and dreamed a dream most fair, And, as he slept, through all his dream he felt The golden beauty of the summer melt. How long he slept he knew not, till one day He woke, and, when his long sleep ebbed away, Rose up and shivered in grey winter air." american/am0338/Z300156949,108607,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Wilcox, Ella Wheeler, 1850-1919",1850.0,[V. You understood the woman side of me],1880,14,Sonnets of sorrow and triumph [1918],You understood the woman side of me;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"You understood the woman side of me; My vanities you met with smiling lip; The fabrics that I wore you first must see, And pass upon them with wise censorship. You loved things not too somber or too bright, But tender toned with colours softly blended; Yet, when I leaned above you, draped Like night, You were unmindful and indifferent. One sighs of mine, one tear upon my face Wrenched your dear heart with sympathetic grief. Yet, when I held you in that last embrace, Torn with a torture which found no relief, You lay and smiled with such a knowing air Of mighty peace as if you did not care." english/barlowge/Z400269738,564342,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,SWEET!,1877,14,Poems and Sonnets (1871),"&indent;About you, have I? what am I to say,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I have not written sonnets lately, sweet, About you, have I? what am I to say, What melody wring from out my brain today Worthy your soft approving smile to meet, What flower of novel sung before your feet Already deep in blossoms shall I lay, A rose-bud, or a white acacia spray, Or golden globèd lily incomplete? Nay, sweet, on second thoughts it shall be none Of these, cast glance of memory back my Queen, Be quick to apprehend the thing I mean When I recall a sprig of heath undone By careless fingers underneath a sun Of afternoon, and what you asked for glean." english/brownieb/Z300288978,850251,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 1806-1861",1806.0,PAST AND FUTURE.,1836,14,Poetical works (1897): POEMS. 1844: SONNETS,"On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"My future will not copy fair my passed On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done, Supernal Will! I would not fain be one Who, satisfying thirst and breaking fast, Upon the fullness of the heart at last Says no grace after meat. My wine has run Indeed out of my cup, and there is none To gather up the bred of my repast Scattered and trampled; yet I find some good In earth's green herbs, and streams that bubble up Clear from the darkling ground, -- content until I sit with angels before better food: Dear Christ! when Thy new vintage fills my cup, This hand shall shake no more, nor that wine spill." american/am0338/Z300156945,526911,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Wilcox, Ella Wheeler, 1850-1919",1850.0,"[I. Praying for light, and praying all in vain]",1880,14,Sonnets of sorrow and triumph [1918],Since not one lamp was shining in God's tower;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Praying for light, and praying all in vain, Since not one lamp was shining in God's tower; Praying for strength to bear consuming pain Yet growing weaker with each passing hour; Praying for hope the while relentless Fate Marked out hope's grave, and dug it dark and deep, My trembling lips at last could formulate Only a prayer for sleep -- forgetting sleep. That plea was answered. From her silent place Sleep came and touched me with oblivion: Yet was that touch robbed of all healing grace: For when she rose up in the awful dawn She left but this in answer to my prayer -- New strength to suffer with renewed despair." american/am1013/Z200181526,229266,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Lowell, James Russell, 1819-1891",1819.0,ON HEARING A SONATA OF BEETHOVEN'S PLAYED IN THE NEXT ROOM,1849,14,Last poems [1895],&indent;For those same notes in happier days I heard,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Unseen Musician, thou art sure to please, For those same notes in happier days I herd Poured by dear hands that long have never stirred Yet now again for me delight the keys: Ah me, to strong illusions such as these What are Life's solid things? The walls that gird Our senses, lo, a casual scent or word Levels, and 'to is the soul that hears and sees! Play on, dear girl, and many be the years Ere some grayhaired survivor sit Like me And, for thy largess pay a meed of tears Unto another who, beyond the sea Of Time and Change, perhaps not sadly hears A music in this verse undreamed by thee!" english/wordswwi/Z300543426,203375,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XIII. ‘REST AND BE THANKFUL!’,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Who, that has gained at length the wished‐for Height,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Doubling and doubling with laborious walk, Who, that has gained at length the wished-for Height, This brief this simple wayside Call can slight, And rests not thankful? Whether cheered by talk With some loved friend, or by the unseen hawk Whistling to clouds and sky-born streams, that shine At the sun's outbreak, as with light divine, Ere they descend to nourish root and stalk Of valley flowers. Nor, while the limbs repose, Will we forget that, as the fowl can keep Absolute stillness, poised aloft in air, And fish front, unmoved, the torrent's sweep, -- So may the Soul, through powers that Faith bestows, Win rest, and ease, and peace, with bliss that Angels share." english/anderso2/Z200260255,205405,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Anderson, R. (Robert), 1770-1833",1770.0,"SONNET X. TO A REDBREAST, WHICH VISITED THE AUTHOR DAILY FOR SOME MONTHS. WRITTEN NOV. 1796.",1800,14,Poems on various subjects (1798),"&indent;I bid thee welcome, and thy wild notes greet;",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Domestic songster of the waning year, I bid thee welcome, and thy wild notes greet; Altho' they tell th'approach of winter drear, No artful concert's to mine ear so sweet! Emblem of Poverty! how hard thy fate When the wild tempests scowl along the sky! E'en now methinks thou wailest thy absent mate, Singing thy love-lorn sung: -- just so do I. Peace to the barred , who, taught by Nature's law, From tyrant man at once could set thee free: Oft have I read his plaintive tale of woe, Oft shed a tear for Innocence and thee. Come then, sweet bird! nor wander to and from, Welcome to share this humble roof with me." english/rawnsley/Z300472871,652749,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"Dean Stanley. BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, JULY 27TH, 1881.",1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),&indent;Opens in rival welcome for the guest,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Bury the Dean where each familiar grave Opens in rival welcome for the guest Who quickened gloriously its dust, who best In chapel dim, dark cloister's hoary nave, Lit the gold lamps of history, and gave His nation's shrine a record to attest, That there in grateful honour lies at rest The wise in truth, in deed the nobly brave. Bury the Dean, and let no stinted praise Fall from the lips of men he soared above, Unfettered, striving still to reconcile Creeds passed and present in the life of love, Else will the Dead he championed throng the aisle, And the Great Ghosts loud acclamation raise." english/brownieb/Z200289192,435202,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 1806-1861",1806.0,XXVI. [I lived with visions for my company],1836,14,Poetical works (1897): SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE. 1847–1850,"Instead of men and women, years ago,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know A sweeter music than they played to me. But soon their trailing purple was not free Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow, And I myself grew faint and blind below Their vanishing eyes. Then thou didst come -- to be, Belovèd, what they seemed. Their shining fronts, Their songs, their splendours (better, yet the same, As river-water hallowed into fonts), Met in thee, and from out thee overcame My soul with satisfaction of all wants: Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame." english/moultrie/Z500447615,41704,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moultrie, John, 1799-1874",1799.0,"SONNET II. TO &lblank;, ON HER VOYAGE TO INDIA.",1829,14,Poems (1876),"Now, like a shooting star, thy bark doth flee",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Now, Like a shooting star, thy bark does flee Over the azure waters, which convey Thee and thy soldier-husband far away From England's shores. Soon, soon on the wide sea, When the hoarse waves are moaning sullenly, And absent far is Friendship's cheering ray, Shall you two know how mighty is the sway Of wedded love; -- how dear those fetters be Which the free heart does wear. Oh! we who doze In tranquil homes, and with domestic mirth Season the warmth of the calm evening hearth, Can know but little of the love of those Who, in the lonely waste of sea and skies, Find home and comfort in each others' eyes." english/ellisonh/Z300348601,78873,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,A SUDDEN BURST OF SPRING.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Hey, presto! like a transformation‐scene",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Hey, presto! Like a transformation-scene Spring leaps, as through the window, at a bound, Lithe Harlequin, and waves his wand around And all transforms! In glister and in sheen Sweet May, Like Columbine with tricksy mien, Trips after him; in Pantaloon is found Old Winter's semblable, late all-befrowned, Who lags behind, and threatens fits of spleen. No formal, stereotyped part our Earth plays, Nor does she in the Seasons' treadmill run, But shuffles Like a pack of cards the days; And should she change her axis to the sun, Black may grow White, White Black, for still her ways She changes, ever doing, never done." english/rawnsley/Z300472733,667706,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"VIII. THE GARDENS ILLUMINATED, SALTBURN‐BY‐THE‐SEA.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"And wondrous tale of Eastern fantasies,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"In old romances of Arabian night, And wondrous tale of Eastern fantasies, There were no hanging gardens Like to these, Such ecstasy of innocent delight. Like Kama's lamps the earthborn stars are bright, A firefly glamour haunts the dusky trees, The dark parterres shine out in jewelries, And dancing lantern-shades bewilder sighed. Flame-flowers are blossoming -- amber, green, and rose, In brake and bush bewitching colours gleam, Here a white moon casts shadow, there a sun Of deepest crimson rises, wanes, and grows, Then die; while on we walk entranced, and dream Of world's where only fancy's feet may run." english/miscell3/Z200441031,927487,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 1806-1861",1806.0,L [I thought once how Theocritus had sung],1836,14,,I thought once how Theocritus had sung,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, . . Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'beware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair; And a voice said in mastery while I strove, . . 'Guess now who holds thee?' 'Death!' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang -- 'Not Death, but Love.'" english/patonsir/Z300457809,35755,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Paton, J. Noel (Joseph Noel), Sir, 1821-1901",1821.0,"SONNET. [What, and shalt thou, presumptuous worm, aver]",1851,14,Spindrift (1867),Shalt thou the atheist's infamy impute,y,,1800-1850,"What, and shalt thou, presumptuous worm, aver That where thou speakest not, God must needs be mute? Shalt thou the atheist's infamy impute To Christian men, who simply dare prefer The living voice of Nature to the dry, Galvanic croak of dead theology: The rhetoric of God's works to words of thine? If thou, indeed, be minister of Him, The meek and lowly, prey that He may bless Thy heart with something of His lowliness -- Thy judgement, passion-warped and rancor-dim, With something of His charity benign; -- Then, haply, men may find their Sabbath hours As ""profitably"" spent with thee as with the flowers." american/am1120/Z200190894,245289,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Boker, George H. (George Henry), 1823-1890",1823.0,"[CXV. Oh spring, that hides the wrinkled earth in green]",1853,14,Sonnets (1929),"Oh spring, that hides the wrinkled earth in green,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Oh spring, that hides the wrinkled earth in green, And decorates the cracked and rugged bark Of trees with lichens pale and mosses dark; That makes the canker of decay unseen Beneath the shadow of thy leafy screen; Till from the hillside and the rolling park Are razed the traces of Time's fatal mark, And all things glitter with creation's sheen; -- Restoring Spring, hast thou no mask to spread Above the wrinkles of this drooping brow? No skill to hide these limbs that crook and bow, No purple tints of youth to grace this head Ashen with years and sorrows? Why shouldst thou So trim the scene in the poor actor's stead?" english/huddesfo/Z300401044,651867,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Bampfylde, John, 1754-1797",1754.0,SONNET. TO THE RED‐BREAST.,1784,14,,"Silent Thou sitst near brake or river's brim,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"When that the fields put on their gay attire Silent Thou sittest near brake or river's brim, Whilst the glad Thrush sings loud from covert dim: But when pale Winter lights the social fire, And meads with slime are sprented, and ways with mire, Thou charmest us with thy soft and solemn hymn From battlement, or barn, or haystack trim: And now not seldom tunest, as if for hire, Thy thrilling pipe to Me, waiting to catch The pittance due to thy well-warbled sung. Sweet Bird, sing on! for oft near lonely hatch, Like Thee, myself have pleased the rustic throng; And oft, for entrance 'neath the peaceful thatch, Full many a tale have told, and ditty long." english/kendallw/Z300409563,56112,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Kendall, William, fl. 1791-1816",1791.0,VII. SONNET. [Ambitious worldlings! count not him supine],1821,14,Poems (1793),&indent;Who fame's seductive voice unmoved can hear:,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Ambitious worldlings! count not him supine, Who fame's seductive voice unmoved can hear: Worthless to him her proffered gifts appear. He shuns the field where glittering trophies shine -- For honor's high reward let others pine; Him humbler toils await; not less severe: To check the passion in their mad career; With virtue's smile enamoured, to resign Each rapturous joy of youth's enlivening age; To waste the silent hour in anxious pain, And every fear and every hope assuage: To feel corroding cares yet never complain -- Labours Like these his weary thoughts engage, Whom the world deems of folly's listless train." c20-english/car2902/Z300134403,67106,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Seferis on Eigg (1990),1950,14,,The isles of Scotland! the isles of Scotland!,,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 there was -- he might half-unwind it. One day he visited the silent cave where Walter Scott, that tawdry Ulysses, purloined a suffocated clansman's skull. Crowns of Scottish kings were sacred; the lave can whistle for dignity -- who misses them, peasants, slaves? Greeks, too, could shrug the cull." american/am0291/Z400154504,695914,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Moulton, Louise Chandler, 1835-1908",1835.0,MY FATHER'S HOUSE.,1865,14,The poems and sonnets (1909),&indent;Of those this barren world to me denies?,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"When shall I join the blessed company Of those this barren world to me denies? When shall I wake to the new day's surprise, Beyond the murmur of death's moaning sea, In that glad home where my best loved ones be; And know that I have found my Paradise, Finding again the love that never die The heart's dear welcome, biding there for me? I wait alone upon life's wind-swept beach -- The waves are high -- the sea is wild and wide -- Yet Death, bold pilot, all their wrath shall dare, And guide me to the shore I fain would reach: -- Even now I hear the swift, incoming tide, Whose slow, eternal ebb my bark shall bear." english/ellisonh/Z300348251,604770,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,THE “SELECTION” THEORY.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"If Nature, tentative through ages long,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"If Nature, tentative through ages long, Gaining experience, and, so to say, Trying her 'prentice-hand in every way, Strove all to fashion best, and not go wrong; Corrected errors, weak replaced with strong, Imperfect with more perfect, till the play Of elements so subtilised this clay, That Man was made, with reasoning brain and tongue; If thus far, why not further? Why should she Stop thus at Man, nor further trial make? Why should her Be-all and her End-all be A Being, who conceits that for his sake All else is made; when Mind in him we see Its first self-conscious upward step thus take!" modern/car2902/Z300134393,708987,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Poe in Glasgow (1990),1950,14,,The sun beat on the Moby‐Dick‐browed boy.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The sun beat on the Moby-Dick-browed boy. It was a day to haunt the Broomielaw. The smell of tar, the slap of water, draw his heart out from the wharf in awe and joy. Oh, not Virginia, not Liverpool -- and not the Isle of Dogs or Greenwich Reach -- but something through the masts -- a blue -- a beach -- and inland gorge of rivers green and cool. 'Wake up!' a sailor coiled with bright rope cried and almost knocked him off his feet, making towards his ship. 'You want to serve your time as cabin-boy's assistant, eh?' The ride and creak of wood comes home, testing, shaking. 'Where to?' He laughed. 'To Arnheim, boy, Arnheim!'" english/ellisonh/Z300348798,389386,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,ALCESTIS: OF THE INNER LIFE.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],O my Alcestis! beautiful as are,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"O my Alcestis! beautiful as are The stars of Heaven were thou; all too high For me, hadst thou so condescendingly Not stooped! -- now too, alas! too Like a star, Far out of reach, and sighed too Earth's mists bar. Hast thou, then, broken faith with me? To die Left me, alone, when I had thought to lie In thy immortal arms, above Death far, With thee immortal? With that monster fell I would have strived, a second Hercules, For thy dear sake, to balk the Grave and Hell. But thou once lost, if thou thus pre-decease, And break thy promise; I might then as well Yield me to Death at once as seek release." english/ellisonh/Z300348356,158781,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,"MAN “DARWINISED;” OR, THE ANTI‐CLIMAX.",1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],I had a glorious vision once. Methought,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"I had a glorious vision once. Methought A from angelic kept me company: Wings had it; whither to or from the sky Its flight, whence come, or whither going, nought Assurance gave; yet all things from it caught Suggestion beyond sense. Mortality Seemed but a garment soon to be cast by, In forms divine after that pattern wrought! But as some Bird of Paradise, that pines In harsh, unsunned confine, and moulteth fast Its heavenly plumage, fainter grew the lines Of from Divine, into mere Human passed! Soon too, showed through the Human mask sad signs Of change, Gorilla's coming from forecast!" english/ellisonh/Z300348046,708762,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,LIFE UNSTABLE.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"The simple souls, and those who overwise",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The simple souls, and those who overwise In the world's ways -- its foxes -- hold them themes For scoff and spoil; while oft (as meet extremes) Their folly keeps word to the ear, but lies To the mocked hope; tomorrow think will rise As yesterday: and fooled by waking dreams -- Worst dreamers -- caught in toils of their own schemes, See not a Nemesis in Fortune's guise! As men at sea, who, marking but the waves And skies, think all is going as before, While Death ahead prepares them sudden graves, Or Fortune waits (misfortune!) on strange shore. So in her dicebox shaken fools and knaves, Turned upside down, she reckons in one score." english/lloydcha/Z300416803,998641,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,SONNET III. To NOVEMBER.,1805,14,Poems (1797),"&indent;At parting day, the scanty foliage fall",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Dismal November! me it sooths to view At parting day, the scanty foliage fall From the wet fruit tree; or the gray stone wall Whose cold films glisten with unwholesome Due; To watch the sweepy mists from the dank earth Enfold the neighbouring copse; while, as they pass, The silent rain-drop bends the long rank grass, Which wraps some blossom's unmatured birth. And through' my Cot's lone lattice glimmering gray Thy damp chill evenings have a charm for me, Dismal November! for strange vacancy Summoneth then my very heart away! 'Till from mist-hidden spire comes the slow knell And says, that in the still air Death does dwell!" american/am0939/Z300177279,483371,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Simms, William Gilmore, 1806-1870",1806.0,SONNET.—FRIENDSHIP.,1836,14,"Poems descriptive, dramatic, legendary and contemplative (1853)","&indent;Even pain'd,—and rather to his injury bends,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Though wronged, not harsh my answer! Love is found, Even pained, -- and rather to his injury bends, Than chooses to make shipwreck of his friends By stormy summons. He hath nought beyond For consolation, if that these be lost; And rather will he hear of fortune crossed, Plans baffled, Hope's denied, -- than take a tone Resentful, -- with a quick and keen reply To hasty passion and impatient eye, Such as by noblest nature's may be shown, When the mood vexes! Friendship is a seed Needs tendance: You must keep it free from weed, Nor, if the tree has sometime bitter fruit, Must you for this lay axe unto the root." english/tupperma/Z200513994,127565,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,ON BOARD THE ASIA.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"Count up with me our mercies manifest,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Count up with me our mercies manifest, My brother voyagers; that God hath sped Our wandering steps, in safety hither led, Strong in His strength, and with His bounty blessed: O, how can half the perils be expressed That He hath spared us on this prosperous way? No evil hath come near us, to deform One pleasant night, or one luxurious day, No traitor rock, no fierce tyrannic storm: But, as, at night, bell echoing answered bell Like neighbouring village clocks, the cheering word Ever was added in response, 'All's well!' Thank God! that thus His ready grace hath herd Our prayers, though few and feeble, truth to tell!" english/rawnsley/Z300472833,255912,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,The Laureate Dead.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),&indent;As since our Shakespeare wore the poet‐bays;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"The laurels fall from off as high a brow As since our Shakespeare wore the poet-bais; Who breathed Sicilian music through' his lays, And felt great Homer's resonant ebb and flow, Who knew all art of word that man may know, And led us on by love's undying ways, Who gave us back the old Arthurian days, Latest of Laureates, Tennyson, lies low. Our golden age is shorter, and the spheres That sooner wane may swiftlier wax to prime, But when shall sing another as he sung, Who wrought with Saxon purity of tongue The one great Epic of two hundred years, The one Memorial utterance for all time?" english/tupperma/Z200513886,832193,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tupper, Martin Farquhar, 1810-1889",1810.0,SAMUEL ROGERS.,1840,14,Three Hundred Sonnets (1860),"Nothing of thee shall perish, rare old Man!",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Nothing of thee shall perish, rare old Man! Thou art and heirloom to the world and us; Let even me then bring my homage thus, And greet thee with such greeting as I can: For thou art not thine own; the nations claim Thee for their children's children, veteran, A spirit walking in immortal fame, The friend of Memory: Death is none of thine, Nor Self, the death of soul; thou wilt not spurn An acolyte, whose venturous footsteps turn Out of the track to offer at thy shrine: Because Italian suns and classic skies Have ripened all thy heartblood into wine Excellent, spiritual, pure and wise." english/robinmar/Z300475819,670692,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET XXIX.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;Lull'd by the nightingale, I sunk to rest,",y,,1750-1800,"Farewell, you towering cedars, in whose shade, Lull'd by the nightingale, I sunk to rest, While spicy breezes hovered over my breast To fan my cheek, in deepening tints arrayed; While amorous insects, humming round me, played, Each flower forsook, of prouder sweets in quest; Of glowing lips, in humid fragrance dressed, That mocked the sunny Hybla's vaunted aid! Farewell, you limpid rivers! o! farewell! No more shall Sappho to your grots repair; No more your white waves to her bosom swell, Or your dank weeds entwine her floating hair; As erst, when Venus in her sparry cell Wept, to behold a brighter goddess there!" english/rawnsley/Z200472267,462956,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"The Pilot's Home‐Going Lord Salisbury tendered his Resignation to the King on July 11, 1902.",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;Blows fierce, and tides perplex, and night is near,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"As when the storm upon a treacherous coast Blows fierce, and tides perplex, and night is near, The captain bravely takes the helm to steer, Most trusted he, because farseeing most; And though the shipmen from his side are lost, While overhead one star is shining clear He steers straight on, until the dawn appear And seas are calm -- then silent leaves his post; So now our pilot, serving Queen and King As that fore-elder served a lesser realm, Safe with his Empire-laden ship has come; And careless of what praise the world may bring But crowned by Duty, lo! he leaves the helm, And goes storm-bent in lofty silence home." english/rawnsley/Z200472268,806414,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"Unveiling of the Rose‐Window To the Memory of the late Duke of Westminster in Westminster Abbey, Friday, September 26, 1902.",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;Shall fall on names whose memory helps the race,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"More golden light henceforth for evermore Shall fall on names whose memory helps the raze, And every poet in his sleeping-place May feel warm sun upon the silent floor; But they who entering through the Abbey door Know the new thrill of unaccustomed grace, In fancy see the Lord High Steward's face, And sighs for one no blazoned panes restore. Gleam on, thou rich rose-window, gleam and show With angel petals how all good and great Were glad forerunners of the Christ to be. Still God's way needs a herald; such was he Who kept a humble heart in proud estate, Who helped the high, and lifted up the low." english/rossetdg/Z400477990,407113,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rossetti, Dante Gabriel, 1828-1882",1828.0,SONNET XXXVII THE LOVE‐MOON,1858,14,The Works (1911),"&indent;Which once was all the life years held for thee,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"""When that dead face, bowered in the furthest years, Which once was all the life years held for thee, Can now scarce bid the tides of memory Cast on thy soul a little spray of tears, -- How canst thou gaze into these eyes of hers Whom now thy heart delights in, and not see Within each orb Love's philtred euphrasy Make them of buried troth remembrancers?"" ""Nay, pitiful Love, nay, loving Pity! Well Thou knowest that in these twain I have confessed Two very voices of thy summoning bell. Nay, Master, shall not Death make manifest In these the culminant changes which approve The love-moon that must light my soul to Love?""" english/rawnsley/Z200471769,90341,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"THE FORT, BRISTOL.",1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),And many a sturdy kingsman met his fate;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When this rebellious city closed the gate, Though Fiennes' braggart words were unfulfilled, Here Ashton turned, here Rupert's steed was killed, And many a sturdy kingsman met his fate; Mortals may loose, but nature keeps the date! In elms, that sucked the blood which rebels spilled, The Round-head rooks their swinging batteries built, And man their forts, with boasts and loud debate! They have no needs of royalty, these birds, These Black Republicans! They but obey Wild impulse; and discuss with equal words The change and chances of a single day! Self-ruling men, who care what morrows bring, Forget their God when they forsake their king!" english/barlowge/Z300271593,723175,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barlow, George, 1847-1914",1847.0,FLOWERS SONNET,1877,14,The Poetical Works [1902–1914],That fills the temple of my heart with bloom,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Mixed with the savour of that central Rose That fills the temple of my heart with bloom Float other seemly odours; there is room For a soft lily tender as the snows, And by her side a read anemone blows, And a staunch wallflower. Each of these I love: White, read, and yellow banners wave above The plot of quiet ground where each one grows. And over them there stands that crimson flower That, Like a picture in a hollow frame, Thrills the recesses of my heart with flame, A very torrent of voluptuous power: Yet from those smaller blossoms in their hour Scents delicate and floods of colour came." english/wordswwi/Z400543564,480280,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXIV. CONFIRMATION CONTINUED.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),Upon a Maiden trembling as she knelt;,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent Upon a Maiden trembling as she knelt; In and for whom the pious Mother felt Things that we judge of by a light too faint: Tell, if you may, some star-crowned Muse, or Saint! Tell what rushed in, from what she was relieved -- Then, when her Child the hallowing touch received, And such vibration through the Mother went That tears burst forth amain. Did gleams appear? Opened a vision of that blissful place Where dwells a Sister-child? And was power given Part of her lost One's glory back to trace Even to this Rite? For thus She knelt, and, ere The summer-leaf had faded, passed to Heaven." english/bartonbe/Z200273477,670121,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849",1784.0,SONNET. TO THE MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON.,1814,14,Household Verses (1845),"Promised to him who kept his house from harms,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"What Milton, in his plenitude of fame, Promised to him who kept his house from harms, ""Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms!"" Kind friend, thy courtesy from me might claim: And if not mine the power to bid thy name Have for remote posterity such charms, An equal gratitude my bosom warms, Giving my humbler verse as proud and aim! A purer meed than wealth or rank can seize Is wone by him -- who hath and eye to see, A heart to feel the worth of sung, Like thee; To him the immortal Muse herself decrees, What thou hast done unto the least of these My votaries -- shall survive as done to me!" english/clarejoh/Z300313525,913096,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Clare, John, 1793-1864",1793.0,SCHOOL BOYS IN WINTER,1823,14,The Early Poems (1989),The school boys still their morning rambles take,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"The school boys still their morning rambles take To neighbouring village school with playing speed Loitering with pastimes leisure till they quake Oft looking up the wild geese droves to heed Watching the letters which their journeys make Or plucking awes on which the field fares feed & hips & sloes -- & on each shallow lake Making glib slides were they Like shadows go Till some fresh pastimes in their minds awake & off they start anew & hasty blow Their numbed & clumpsing fingures till they glow Then races with their shadows wildly run That stride hugh giants oar the shining snow In the pale splendour of the winter sun" american/am1252/Z500194484,435551,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882",1807.0,SONNET ON MRS. KEMBLE'S READINGS FROM SHAKESPEARE.,1837,14,The poetical works [1886–1891],&indent;Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped! Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages Of all the best thoughts of the greatest sages, And giving tongues unto the silent dead! How our hearts glowed and trembled as she read, Interpreting by tones the wondrous pages Of the great poet who foreruns the ages, Anticipating all that shall be said! O happy Reader! having for thy text The magic book, whose Sibylline leaves have caught The rarest essence of all human thought! O happy Poet! by no critic vexed! How must thy listening spirit now rejoice To be interpreted by such a voice!" english/robinmar/Z200475852,292869,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET. TO AMICUS.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;Sprinkle soft dews, or fan the chilling wind;",y,,1750-1800,"When over the darkened globe, the wings of night Sprinkle soft dews, or fan the chilling wind; The solitary lover, hid from sighed, On the bleak rock, sits mournfully reclined: Fix'd in the spells of melancholy thought, Unmov'd, he hears the waves that dash below; While his found heart, with dire destruction fraught, Feeds on the misery of lingering woe: But when the jocund day, above the hills Lifts its bright crest, the murky shadows fly; Hope's soothing voice his soul with rapture fills, And checks the tear just trembling in his eye. So the loved Muse, flies from the vapid throng, Till charmed, and wakened, by thy dulcet sung!" english/maginnwi/Z200423822,988777,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Maginn, William, 1793-1842",1793.0,Sonnet.,1823,14,Miscellaneous writings (1855–1857),"&indent;And my eye wander'd o'er Imperial Rome,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"I stood upon St. Peter's battlement, And my eye wandered over Imperial Rome, And I thought sadly on the fatal doom 'Neath which her ancient palaces had bent; Of temple and tower outrageously uprent, Or mouldered into dust by slow decay: Of halls where godlike Caesar once boar sway, Or glorious Tully fulmined eloquent! So shall all earthly sade! what wonder then, If Time can make such all-unsparing wreck, If neither genius, art, nor skill of men, Can even pretend his felon-hand to check, That this old coat, I've worn these three years passed, Should on each elbow want a patch at last?" english/ellisonh/Z300348787,614391,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ellison, Henry, 1811-1890",1811.0,TRUE WEDDED LOVE.,1841,14,Stones from The Quarry [1875],"Oh when on that soft pillow of thy breast,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Oh when on that soft pillow of thy breast, Filled with all gentlest thoughts and sympathies, I lay my heart, as on that other lies My head, of mind and body perfect rest; Peace, of some blessed harbourage in quest, Stays her uncertain flight, no longer flies, But drops, her image catching with surprise, Like Halcyon on her sea-becalmèd nest! Each ache of heart, each throb of brow is stayed, By that sweet anodyne of perfect love, Which, dear Physician of my soul, so made By thee, does and Elixir-vitæ prove. True Woman-heart! Love, never by thee betrayed, May neither be removed not yet remove." english/ingramjo/Z200403351,128589,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Ingram, John K. (John Kells), 1823-1907",1823.0,X. ‘UTINAM VIDEREM.’,1853,14,Sonnets (1900),The Church of God as in the days of old!’,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"'O would,' said holy Bernard, 'I could see The Church of God as in the days of old!' So yearns my feebler spirit to behold -- Ah! yet far off -- thy Church, Humanity! As in the coming ages it shall be, When nations shall be gathered in thy fold, In every tongue thy oracles be told, And millions in thy temples bow the knee. Then we no more shall spend our wealth of love Upon imagined beings in the skies, Or waste our thoughts on things beyond our ken; But flood our hearts with human sympathies, Content our planet dwelling to improve, And solace, raise, and bless our brother-men." english/stuarthy/Z200500912,878806,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Stuart-Wortley, Emmeline, Lady, 1806-1855",1806.0,SONNET. [Vesuvius! I have seen thee in thy might],1836,14,"Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems (1838)","&indent;Forth vomiting thy threatening smoke and flame,",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"Vesuvius! I have seen thee in thy might, Forth vomiting thy threatening smoke and flame, As with some reckless and unhallowed aim; Crowned, Like a ruined sun, with blood-red light! -- Angry -- portentous -- troubling the awe-struck sighed -- Not centuried slumbers can ever make thee tame: Thou'rt still in will and purposed wrath the same. Scowling at Time upon his arrowy flight, How dost thou fierce and frowning seem to be, (As though thou felt thyself banned -- unforgiven) The ruthless foe of earth, and sky, and sea, Whence peace and beauty by thy wrath are driven, Wasting the earth's pride -- overshadowing blue waves free, Heaving, as 'it, a very hell to heaven!" english/turnerct/Z200507800,486132,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Turner, Charles Tennyson, 1808-1879",1808.0,LUCY.,1838,14,Small Tableaux (1868),"The sculptor carves the stone, till he beholds",y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"The sculptor carves the stone, till he beholds Its lessening bulk his finer thought fulfil; The flesh and blood our heavenly Artist moulds, Waxed fuller, while He wrought it fairer still, As Lucy grew to woman. Not a girl In all the village wore her gracious look: But each her dear preeminence could brook, Nor wished a duller gloss on the least curl Of her bright auburn hair. Love came to woo In humblest guise, yet no coquettish guile Depraved the honest beauty of her smile; Her goodness raised and bettered those who drew The lot of the rejected, for they knew Her utter truth and sweetness all the while!" english/devereau/Z300337889,334339,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"De Vere, Aubrey, 1814-1902",1814.0,XX. NATURE AND GRACE.,1844,14,The Poetical Works (1884),The living Power which makes us love the Light:,y,Sonnet,1800-1850,"That Light which is the Life alone can give The living Power which makes us love the Light: Love it in Faith, and with the Godlike might Of Love, to Love's one object cling and cleave: But we can only have what we receive. By conscience taught man's eye discerns the Right; But this we lack -- the strength to scale its height That we with it might dwell, and in it live. Science and Song, their constellated wings Waving from Eastern unto Western skies, Soar but to sink. Not any bird that flies Mounts straight ascending -- Grace, and Grace alone Shoots heavenward, as from yonder altar-stone The sacrificial flame triumphant springs!" english/marstonp/Z400425587,593089,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Marston, Philip Bourke, 1850-1887",1850.0,SONNET XXIV. THE WIND'S MESSAGE.,1880,14,The Collected Poems (1892),&indent;O wild March wind that wailest round the land?,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"I said: ""What wouldst thou with my soul tonight, O wild March wind that wailest round the land? Tell'st thou of some new grief even now at hand? Or dost thou in thy swift and sounding flight But chant a requiem for a passed delight? Like moan of billows on a distant strand, Thy message which I fain would understand, Comes down to me from Heaven's starless height."" Then sadder wailed the wind, and sadder yet, And swept with a great sudden rush of dole Across me, till I cried: ""My lady's soul Is stirred by Pity, and its currents set To meward, and to me she bids thee say, 'Those prayed in vain, grieve more than those who prey.'""" english/elliottc/Z200345738,12018,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Elliott, Charlotte, 1789-1871",1789.0,"SONNET. [Jerusalem, blest city of our God!]",1819,14,Thoughts in Verse (1871),"How oft the Pilgrim's thoughts on thee repose,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Jerusalem, blessed city of our God! How oft the Pilgrim's thoughts on thee repose, While turning from life's conflicts, toils, and woes, He looks afar to thy serene abided! Then, strengthened and refreshed, pursues his road, While faith exults and hope with ardour glows; Joyful he hastens on, for soon he knows Abundant entrance will be there bestowed! He mourns not that his intervals of rest Are here so short, so broken, and so few; Nor yet, that when he fain would built his nest, A hand unseen yet stirs it up anew; ""Jerusalem,"" he cries, while here I rome, Be thou my spirit's rest, her only home." c20-american/am20117/Z200223424,323334,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Kelly, Robert, 1935-",1935.0,LAST SONNET FOR TED BERRIGAN 1934–1983,1965,14,,It is about time to say goodbye.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"It is about time to say goodbye. While you were dying I was flying home from India and we were over Ireland when you died. Did you ever get there? A flat, stony country with dithering roads, small, small, I do not care for that ground. America is the only country. I mean they almost understand you here and there are lots of people you can love. It's a nice place to live, I doubt know about dying. They say it was a hemorrhage in your throat worn down by talking and holding things back, because we never say everything we mean. They'd never stick around to hear all that, since we have to save something for death to tell us." english-ed2/clarejoh/Z300313224,22767,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Clare, John, 1793-1864",1793.0,SONNET [The sunbeams twinkling thro disparting boughs],1823,14,The Early Poems (1989),The sunbeams twinkling thro disparting boughs,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"The sunbeams twinkling through disparting boughs The long lank shadow of the bowing reed The frequent plashing of the plunging cows That on weak water grasses wade to feed Startling the moor hen where she loves to breed Breaking the bulrush down that hides her nest Where haply should the school boys rambles led The pleasing sighed will warm his little breast To gain the prize nor is much danger guest Tho with a stick he careful met[e]s his way Prizing the eggs as mizers would their gold Then hurrying home as Ive done many a day To string 'em up -- O joys but vainly told No charm returns you or deludes your stay" english/wordswwi/Z400543166,371535,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XLII. [Wansfell!],1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Living with liberty on thee to gaze,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot, Living with liberty on thee to gaze, To watch while Morn first crowns thee with her rays, Or when along thy breast serenely float Evening's angelic clouds. Yet never a note Hath sounded (shame upon the Bard!) thy praise For all that thou, as if from heaven, hast brought Of glory lavished on our quiet days. Bountiful Son of Earth! when we are gone From every object dear to mortal sighed, As soon we shall be, may these words attest How oft, to elevate our spirits, shone Thy visionary majesties of light, How in thy pensive glooms our hearts found rest." english/bartonbe/Z200273490,968104,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849",1784.0,"SONNET, TO JENNIE FANNY SUMNER, OF FARNHAM CASTLE. SUGGESTED BY A PORTRAIT OF THE BISHOP OF WINCHESTER.",1814,14,Household Verses (1845),Our Bishop's portraiture still boasts for me;,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Lady, I cannot tell thee half the worth Our Bishop's portraiture still boasts for me; The pleasant memories both of him and thee, And other loved ones round your household hearth, To which, in dull November's dreary dearth Of outward sunshine, it affords a key; Recalling hours, whose converse, frank and free, Rivals what brighter seasons could give birth. Well sang a master of the tuneful art, ""A thing of beauty is a joy for ever!"" And ""golden hours,"" so ""angel-winged,"" can never From thought and feeling utterly depart, Until a faithful memory and found heart Be forced from friendship's sweetest ties to sever." english/clarejoh/Z300313724,683130,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Clare, John, 1793-1864",1793.0,EVENING SCHOOLBOYS,1823,14,The Midsummer Cushion (1990),Harken that happy shout—the schoolhouse door,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Harken that happy shout -- the schoolhouse door Is open thrown & out the younkers teem Some run to leapfrog on the rushy moor & others dabble in the shallow stream Catching young fish & turning pebbles oar For muscle clams -- Look in that mellow gleam Where the retiring sun that rests the while Streams through the broken hedge -- How happy seem Those schoolboy friendships leaning oar the style Both reading in one book -- anon a dream Rich with new joys does their young hearts beguile & the books pocketed most hastily Ah happy boys well may you turn & smile When joys are yours that never cost a sighs" english/rawnsley/Z200472424,880873,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,CIII. THE CAVE AT WHITE MOSS.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),"To fire the lips or drench the Pythian's brain,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"From no Cassotis' well the vapours rise To fire the lips or drench the Pythian's brain, No Sybil chides the wind that makes in vain Her yet unread, leaf-written prophecies. But they who for this grotto leave the skies, See in its sculptured hall engraven plain A truer oracle, and learn the strain Wherewith the sea-floors into mountains rise. In fancy they uprouse the wolf, the boar, Or that huge-antlered elk, from Duddon strayed, And, issuing from the cavern's mystic shade, They find the world is fresher than before: The day they know seems but a moment made, An older sunlight plays on Rydal's infant shore." english/wordswwi/Z300543371,426888,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXIV. IN LOMBARDY.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),Bent by a load of Mulberry leaves!—most hard,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins Bent by a load of Mulberry leaves! -- most hard Appears his lot, to the small Worm's compared, For whom his toil with early day begins. Acknowledging no taskmaster, at will (As if her labour and her ease were twins) She seems to work, at pleasure to lie still; -- And softly sleeps within the thread she spins. So fare they -- the Man serving as her Slave. Ere long their fates do each to each conform: Both pass into new being, -- but the Worm, Transfigured, sinks into a hopeless grave; His volant Spirit will, he trusts, ascend To bliss unbounded, glory without end." english/griffinb/Z200383319,554165,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXXVII. [Faire is my loue that feedes among the Lillies],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;The Lillies growing in that pleasant garden,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Fair is my love that feeds among the Lillies, The Lillies growing in that pleasant garden, Where Cupid's mount that well-beloved hill is, And where that little God himself is warden. See where my Love sits in the beds of spices, Beset all round with Camphere, Myrrh and Roses, And interlaced with curious devices, Which her from all the world apart incloses. There does she tune her Lute for her delight, And with sweet music makes the ground to move, Whil'st I (poor I) do sit in heavy plighted, Wailing alone my unrespected love, Not daring rush into so rare a place, That gives to her and she to it a grace." english/strongch/Z200499076,663750,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Strong, Charles, 1785-1864",1785.0,XLVII.,1815,14,Sonnets (1862),"Then would I, Lady, thy resemblance trace,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Had I the skill of Laurence and chaste hues, Then would I, Lady, thy resemblance trace, And oft before mine eyes the portrait place, Nor trust alone to Memory and the Muse; Then others might thy countenance peruse, And say, when bending over that' expressive face, -- To paint that tender look's peculiar grace The fondest words were vain that Poets use! Ah me! for neither Art brings full content, Since -- thy mild voice -- how were its sweetness told? And how -- thy manner's gentle blandishment? Woman, thus precious, Genius' sons of old In visions saw, heaven-taught to represent Her, whose found arms the holy babe enfold." c20-english/ep41001/Z300306625,710031,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967",1906.0,Sonnet [Muscular man shall guard],1936,14,,Muscular man shall guard,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Muscular man shall guard The integrity of love Against the travesty Of fashion's trivial pose. The steadfast man in love Knows the true socket hard And vision's majesty Near to the bone he knows. Let it be said this house Was strong to entertain The God while he was here, For these are sacred vows And destined to remain When treasons disappear." english/doubleda/Z300341031,882558,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Doubleday, Thomas, 1790-1870",1790.0,XXXIX.,1820,14,Sonnets and Poems (1818),"&indent;Though now denied me, fill my fondest dreams:",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Those rural scenes that ever have been dear, Though now denied me, fill my fondest dreams: The silent breathing fields; the sportful streams To their own music dancing, which appear Pausing at times, the louder sung to hear, Of birds more sportful still, 'mid dappled beams, In sunny woods, profuse; the lake that gleams With stretching lines of light, a mirror clear For bloom-decked Nature's face; the shadeless plain Heavy with heat, where, murmuring long, the be Makes to the shamefaced flowers his courtship free: A landscape smiling at pleased heaven again; With humble sports and joys now lost to me, The peasant joys that pay no tax to pain." english/rawnsley/Z200472466,774743,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,ON A SEAT BENEATH THE DOSSENWAND ABOVE VITZNAU,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;Rest, wanderer, rest! for heavy is the heart;",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Rest, herdsman, rest! for heavy is the pail; Rest, wanderer, rest! for heavy is the heart; Rest, lover, rest! for bitter is the smart Of parting from the loved one in the vale: For here the flowering walnut scents the gale, The blackbird here sings three times over his part, And here the jocund swallows earliest dart With news that Rigi's snow shall surely fail. The rosy ramparts of the Dossenwand Shut out the world; with rainbows from the rock The silver waters fall down its breast With silver blossom for the Unterland, And Like a sleeping lion, Bürgenstock Lies on the lake, the guardian lord of rest." english/rawnsley/Z200471875,735267,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"THE MOSS COTTAGE, AT THE WYND‐CLIFF.",1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),I asked for some assurance of the Fall;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"High standing on that verge of Paradise, I asked for some assurance of the Fall; There was no sin, nor any grief at all, In that grand amphitheatre's surprise! Then from the trees beneath did smoke arise, Blue opaline, a vapoury coronal, That crowned with peace some cotter's woodland hall, Where Mortal toils to eat and sleep, and die! Emblem of ill, and messenger of good; Unthankful heart, and eyes that so repine! Man knew not labour in his Eden-hood; But fallen, o! how beautiful this sign! For, though the day be hard, it's message brings Tales of home-fire, glad meals, warm evenings!" english/griffinb/Z200383285,376689,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. III. [Venus, and yong Adonis sitting by her]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Vnder a Myrtle shade began to woe him:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Venus, and young Adonis sitting by her, Under a Myrtle shade began to woe him: She told the youngling how God Mars did try her, And as he fell to her, so fell she to him. Even thus (quoth she) the wanton God embraced me, (And then she clasped Adonis in her arms) Even thus (quoth she) the warlike God unlaced me, As if the boy should use Like loving charms. But he a wayward boy refused her offer, And ran away, the beauteous Queen neglecting: Showing both folly to abuse her proffer, And all his sex of cowardice detecting. Oh that I had my mistress at that bay, To kiss and clip me till I ran away!" modern/car2902/Z300134395,840988,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,"Peter Guthrie Tait, Topologist (1990)",1950,14,,Leith dock's lashed spars roped the young heart of Tait.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Leith dock's lashed spars roped the young heart of Tait. What made gales tighten, not undo, each knot? Nothing's more dazzling than a ravelling plot. Stubby crisscrossing fingers fixed the freight so fast he started sketching on the spot. The mathematics of the twisted state uncoiled its waiting elegances, straight. Old liquid chains that strung the gorgeous tot God spliced the mainbrace with, put on the slate, and sent creation reeling from, clutched hight as caustic on Tait's brain when he strolled late along the links and saw the stars had God such gouts and knots of well-tied fire the mate must sail out whistling to his stormy lot." english/rawnsley/Z200472388,792014,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,LXVII. THE TWIN SPRUCES AT RYDAL.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),Ye dark‐haired aliens that so unite,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"If you had grown when sickles cut the rye, And Danish shepherd's climbed the pastures' height, Ye dark-haired aliens that so unite On earth your lot, in Heaven your majesty, Your preacher's voice had been and empty cry; For then the dalesmen, sharing sup and bite, Won from the soil their bred in equal right, And hoped for common immortality. But now, Twin Brothers, green unswerving towers, From your high lips due warning we receive; Ye stand beside the Pastor's lowly cot, Stern Protestants, whom brotherhood empowers Against the lips of Mammon that deceive, For happiness that comes of equal lot." english-ed2/ep2412/Z200659613,848767,,English Poetry,"Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877",1856.0,Sonnet.—HOPE.,1886,14,A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields by Toru Dutt: A New Edition (1880),"Thine eyes are blue and bright, and in their hour",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Too well I know thee; thou art very fair, Thine eyes are blue and bright, and in their hour Armed also with a certain magic power, Red are thy lips, and smiles are always there; Thou beckonest me thy forest-home to share, And in the green pool from this leafy bower I see thy face reflected, while the flower Lets fall its dewdrops on that mirror bore. Without arising, or even turning round, I see thee thus, and hear thine accents found With gracious earnestness. Ah me! what pain, What suffering it has cost my heart to learn, That thou, O lovely Hope, art false and vain! And so rest here, and from thy witchery turn." english/rawnsley/Z200472672,575653,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,VII. BARMOUTH BRIDGE.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),Stretched over idle sand and stormy tide—,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Not for thy beauty, with thy thousand feet Stretched over idle sand and stormy tide -- Not for thy voice, though ever at thy side Eolian whispers in the gale are sweet -- Do men revere thee; but because the fleet Fire-breathing chariots safely over thee glide, And ere thy long, low, thunder-roll has died, The news of half the world is in the street. Yet, Barmouth Bridge, though' Arthog's wood by thee, And Turra's sunny slope and torrent streams, Seem presences that dance across thy span, I count thee dear for this -- the gentlest man Who ever wove the sonnet from his dreams Thought of thy wonders rising from the sea." english/wildeosc/Z400536292,795326,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900",1854.0,URBS SACRA ÆTERNA,1884,14,The works (1909),&indent;In the first days thy sword republican,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world for many and age's span: Then of the peoples were thou royal Queen, Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen; And now upon thy walls the breezes fan (Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man!) The hated flag of read and white and green. When was thy glory! when in search for power Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun, And the wild nations shuddered at thy rod? Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour, When Pilgrim's kneel before the Holy One, The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God." english/ayresphi/Z300265662,841670,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. On CYNTHIA sick.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Your Flocks do feed, Come and Assistance bring,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Help! Help! Ye Nymphs, while on the neighbouring Plain Your Flocks do feed, Come and Assistance bring, Alas! Fair Cynthia's sick and languishing, For whom my Heart endures a greater Pain. Ye Sire's of the Thames, let all your Train Tune their shrill Instruments, and to them sing, And let its Flow'ry Banks with Echo's ring, This may her wonted cheerful Looks regain. Ye Herbs, that richest Med'cines can produce, Come quickly and afford such Sov'reign Juice, As from her Heart may all the Pains remove. But in her Face if Death would Paleness give And Fate ordain that she in Torment live. Then let her suffer in the Flames of Love." english/rawnsley/Z300472834,346246,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Tennyson's Home‐Going.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;And let the first gold leafage on him fall,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Bear him by quiet wood and silent down, And let the first gold leafage on him fall, His leaf of Life fell golden. Let the pall Be strewn with English roses, and the crown Of gold and laurel on his bier be shown. For now the laurel fades beyond recall The rose of sung lies shattered; in the hall Of Heaven, he wears that wreathe he made his own. Yea! bear him from the fair fields of his love To that old abbey of the Faithful King; The roaring streets, that felt through' all their roar His psalm of peace, shall never wake him more; And leave him there where Chaucer's heart shall move For joy to greet the brother whom you bring." english/rawnsley/Z200472563,904112,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,AT KANZELI ABOVE ST. BEATENBERG,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;Here canst Thou speak a word to every nation,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Lord, what a pulpit is this seat of Thine! Here canst Thou speak a word to every nation, Bidding them bring a soul of adoration, And cast their hearts in worship at Thy shrine. But if they come not, snowy mountains shine, Blue lake and sky and wondrous vegetation, These give Thee glory, and for congregation Thou hast Thy silent multitude of pine. These hear and these obey Thee; mortal men Hearing obey not; ceaselessly the fountains Sing to Thee psalms, the forest claps its hands, The cattle roving in their tinkling bans Chime to the chorus, and from far-off mountains The falling avalanche thunders and Amen." english/rawnsley/Z200472307,634406,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"Launch of the Japanese Battleship “Katori” by Princess Arisugawa Barrow, July 4, 1905.",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;When sunlight dazzled where was dark before,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When from the crackling ""ways"" the smoke-cloud cleared, When sunlight dazzled where was dark before, And that huge warship, with tumultuous roar Of thousands, took the water, how we cheered; For in and English home the hull was reared Of English iron compacted to the core, A child of England to our English shore Its heart would be allied wherever it steered. But some there were who, when the dove-wings went In silver circles up to bear afar The tidings of the safety of its birth, Prayed God's own Dove would come again to earth And mightier than this minister of war With world-wide peace would bless the Orient." english/huddesfo/Z200401150,668082,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Huddesford, George, 1749-1809",1749.0,SONNET XV. RETIREMENT.,1779,14,The Wiccamical Chaplet (1804),"&indent;The guide and guardian of the noble mind,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"High meed of honourable toil, fair Fame, The guide and guardian of the noble mind, Still round the warrior's dusty temples bind The laureate wreathe, and light the lambent flame! If Letter'd Merit call, attend the Sage, The boast of Science and the friend of Truth: Feed the warm fancy of Poetic youth, And write their names in thine immortal page. Welcome Obscurity to me! -- I love The sober solemn shade and moss-grown cell, Where hushed is every care, and pain beguiled O! may I tenant long thy hallowed grove, Sooth the found foolish heart that loved too well, And sing Corinna's scorn in accents wild." english/mantrich/Z300425169,44121,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,LVIII. THE WEDDING GARMENT.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),"&indent;Who will, may go and freely feast: but high,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Spread is the table of the Lord, and there, Who will, may go and freely feast: but high, Bethink thee well! and full of dignity That table; nor befits it them to share, Whose hearts with malice swell, or pine with care For earthly toys, or grovel in the sty Of sensual pleasure, or God's truth decry, His name, his word dishonour! O, beware! Approach not rashly; but about thee throw The wedding garment, and present thee dressed In faith, and love, and penitence; that so, The King, when he surveys each bridal guest, The appointed sign of fellowship may know, And welcome thee to that celestial feast." english/wordswwi/Z400543521,351464,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXIX. TRANSLATION OF THE BIBLE.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"In dusty sequestration wrapt too long,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book, In dusty sequestration wrapped too long, Assumes the accents of our native tongue; And he who guides the plough, or wields the crook, With understanding spirit now may look Upon her records, listen to her sung, And sift her laws -- much wondering that the wrong, Which Faith has suffered, Heaven could calmly brook. Transcendent Boon! noblest that earthly King Ever bestowed to equalise and bless Under the weight of mortal wretchedness! But passion spread Like plagues, and thousands wild With bigotry shall tread the Offering Beneath their feet, detested and defiled." english/lloydcha/Z300416711,888963,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,"SONNET III. Written at the Hotwells, near Bristol.",1805,14,Nugæ Canoræ (1819),&indent;Where when a frolic boy with patient eye,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Meek Friend! I have been traversing the steep Where when a frolic boy with patient eye Thou heededst all my wanderings, (I could weep To think perchance thy Shade might hover nigh, Marking thy altered Child); how little then Dreamed I, that Thou, a tenant of the grave, No more shouldst smile on me, when I might crave Some little solace 'mid the hum of men! Those times had joys which I no more shall know, And even their saddest moments now seem sweet, Such comforts mingle with remembered woe! Now with this hope I prompt my onward feet, That He, who took Thee, pitying my lone heart, Will reunite us where Friends never part!" english/mantrich/Z300425117,917790,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,VI. GOD'S PROVIDENCE.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),&indent;To thee the fowls of air for succour cry:,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Father of all, the powerful and the good! To thee the fowls of air for succour cry: No seedtime theirs, nor well-stored granary, But thou sustainest them with their daily food. Nor less thy plants, a well-robbed multitude, Which spring to wither, and are born to die, The field-flowers grow beneath thy fostering eye, With beauty, passing royal pomp, endued. Father of all! On thee I cast my care, By doubts distracted, and by fears distressed! O, grant me strength thy righteous yoke to bear, Thy will to do, on thy support to rest! Whate'er we needs, thy bounty will not spare Those lower gifts, if first we seek the best." english/brydgess/Z300291008,548694,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Brydges, Egerton, Sir, 1762-1837",1762.0,SONNET XLIV.,1792,14,Poems (1807),&indent;Onward I go; no interval of rest,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"With life's unceasing tempests struggling still, Onward I go; no interval of rest To calm the troubles of my beating breast! But thus it is, perchance, that I fulfil Th' allotted part, that is my Maker's will; And thus hereafter, when his high behest Shall call on trembling mortals to attest Their labours here, some mercy for the ill That I have done on earth I may obtain! Neglected, scorned, traduced, with threats pursued Which boldest minds have awed; yet all in vain: The Muse's rites no sufferings have subdued. From paths, her votaries haunt, I cannot swerve; Careless of gaining praise, if I deserve!" english/wordswwi/Z300543608,90461,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,"III. [They called Thee Merry England, in old time]",1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),A happy people won for thee that name,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"They called Thee Merry England, in old time; A happy people wone for thee that name With envy herd in many a distant climb; And, spite of change, for me thou keepest the same Endearing title, a responsive chime To the heart's found belief; though some there are Whose sterner judgments deem that word a snare For inattentive Fancy, Like the lime Which foolish birds are caught with. Can, I ask, This face of rural beauty be a mask For discontent, and poverty, and crime; These spreading towns a cloak for lawless will? Forbid it, Heaven! -- and Merry England still Shall be thy rightful name, in prose and rhyme!" english/rawnsley/Z200472649,544275,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XXIII. NEW QUAY.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),The pale battalions of the houses stand,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"As if by foes behind them hotly pressed, The pale battalions of the houses stand Upon the utmost verge of the dark land, And look for help to rise beyond the west, Where the sun sinks blood-crimson; but the crest Of wave on wave falls sullen on the strand, Faints into foam that die, and still no hand Is near to give the routed army rest. There as I gazed I herd between the foam And those brown cavernous cliffs, that split the bay, And swirl the rising waters either way, That happiest found of children, spade on spade, Patting the mimic castles they had made, And fear gave place to peace, and joy, and home." english/bartonbe/Z300273795,547273,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849",1784.0,SONNET TO THE SAME.,1814,14,A New Year's Eve (1828),&indent;The bee that murmured in the cowslip bell,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Winter hath bound the brooks in icy chains; The be that murmured in the cowslip bell Now feasts securely in his honeyed cell; Silence is on the woods and on the plains, And darkening clouds and desolating rains Have marred your forest fountain's quiet spell; Yet, though retired from these awhile you dwell, Your hearts' best hoard of poesy remains. The sports of childhood, the exhaustless store Of homeborn thoughts and feelings dear to each, Converse, or silence eloquent as speech; History's rich page, tradition's richer lore, Of tale and legend prized in days of yore; -- These, worthy of the Muse, are in your reach." english/hoodthom/Z200398452,212264,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hood, Thomas, 1799-1845",1799.0,SONNET,1829,14,The complete poetical works (1906),"Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat postchaise",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat postchaise Struggles along, drawn by a pair of bays, With Rev. Mr. Crow and six small Boys; Who ever and anon declare their joys, With trumping horns and juvenile huzzas, At going home to spend their Christmas days, And changing Learning's pains for Pleasure's toys. Six weeks elapse, and down the Woodford way, A heavy coach drags six more heavy souls, But no glad urchins shout, no trumpets bray; The carriage makes a halt, the gate-bell tolls, And little Boys walk in as dull and mum As six new scholars to the Deaf and Dumb." english/sewardan/Z300482236,641153,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXXIII.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Whose eyes illumin'd all my youthful years.—,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Last night her from the hours of slumber blessed Whose eyes illumined all my youthful years. -- Spirit of dreams, at thy command appears Each airy shape, that visiting our rest, Dismays, perplexes, or delights the breast. My pensive heart this kind indulgence cheers; Bliss, in no waking moment now possessed, Bliss, asked of thee with memory's thrilling tears. Nightly I cry, -- how oft, alas! in vain, -- Give, by thy powers, that airy shapes control, Honora to my visions! -- ah! ordain Her beauteous lip may wear the smile that stole, In years long fled, the sting from every pain! Show her sweet face, ah show it to my soul!" english/brydgess/Z300291001,211983,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Brydges, Egerton, Sir, 1762-1837",1762.0,"SONNET XXXVII. FROM A NOVEL, 1798.",1792,14,Poems (1807),"&indent;Ye tears, that down my pallid cheeks distream,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Break, foolish heart: nor let thy woes be known! Ye tears, that down my pallid cheeks distream, Be sacred, nor betray my secret moan! Idol, to whom my lips in every dream Will mutter uncontrolled their fervid vows, O cruel, come not thou my slumbers near, Lest at such sacred hours, as these, thou hear, What love on thee my babbling tongue bestows! No: let the torrents of my swollen eyes Be lost unnoticed in this lonely flood! Away, you murmurs, and you bursting sighs, Mix with the blasts of this untrodden wood! Thus Peace shall gradual come to my relief; And Death record the patience of my grief." english/bowrings/Z300285795,701501,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Bowring, John, Sir, 1792-1872",1792.0,SONNET. [I hate that noisy drum!—It is a sound],1822,14,Matins and Vespers (1851),"That's full of war and bondage, and I blush",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"I hate that noisy drum! -- It is a found That's full of war and bondage, and I blush That liberty had ever cause to rush Into a warrior's arms -- that right ever found Asylum in the furious field. Not so The holy crowns of genuine glory grow -- Not there should they who bear the badge serene Of him who was the Prince of Peace be seen. Can such his faithful followers be? -- O no! His laurels are not drenched in blood, -- but green And beautiful as spring; -- his arms are love And mercy and forgiveness; -- and with these He rules the nations' mighty destinies -- And gently leads us to our homes above." english/bartonbe/Z200273976,111264,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Barton, Bernard, 1784-1849",1784.0,THE DESERTED MANSION. SONNET I.,1814,14,Poems (1825),"&indent;Thy smoke ascends,—and to the eye as fair",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"As lightly, in November's cheerless sky, Thy smoke ascends, -- and to the eye as fair Thy flowers in spring may bloom; thy trees may wear Their summer coronals as bright of die; And glorious, as in days and years gone by, Thy hues autumnal: yet a change is there Which no revolving seasons can repair, For thou hast lost what these may not supply. Gone are art's treasured works! That art which hung Unfading splendour on each trophied wall; Where living beauty -- which appealed to all, A silent fascination round it flung, Till admiration loosed the gazer's tongue, Owning the mastery of its magic thrall." english/edwards2/Z200344661,468537,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET. [Tongue‐doughty Pedant; whose ambitious mind],1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;Prompts thee beyond thy native pitch to soar;,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Tongue-doughty Pedant; whose ambitious mind Prompts thee beyond thy native pitch to soar; And, imped with borrowed plumes of Index-lore, Range through the Vast of Science unconfined! Not for Thy wing was such a flight designed: Know thy own strength, and wise attempt no more; But lowly skim round Error's winding shore, In quest of Paradox from Sense refined. Much hast thou written -- more than will be read; Then cease from Shakespear thy unhallowed rage; Nor by a found overweening pride misled, Hope fame by injuring the sacred Dead: Know, who would comment well his godlike page, Critic, must have a Heart as well as Head." english/robinmar/Z300475798,594364,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET VIII.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart,",y,,1750-1800,"Why, through each aching vein, with lazy pace, Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, While, from its source, each wild convulsive start Tears the scorched roses from my burning face? In vain, O Lesbian vales! your charms I trace; Vain is the poet's theme, the sculptor's art; No more the lyre its magic can impart, Though waked to found with more than mortal grace! Go, tuneful maids, go bid my Phaon prove That passion mocks the empty boast of fame; Tell him no joys are sweet, but joys of love, Melting the soul, and thrilling all the frame! Oh! may that' ecstatic thought his bosom move, And sighs of rapture fan the blush of shame!" english/sewardan/Z300482266,965498,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXIII. TO COLEBROOKE DALE.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Amid thy woods and vales, thy rocks and streams,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Thy Genius, Colebrooke, faithless to his charge, Amid thy woods and vales, thy rocks and streams, Form'd for the train that haunt poetic dreams, Naiads, and nymphs, -- now hears the toiling barge And the swart Cyclops' ever-clanging forge Din in thy dells; -- permits the dark-red gleams, From umbered fires on all thy hills, the beams, Solar and pure, to shroud with columns large Of black sulphureous smoke, that spread their veils Like funeral crape upon the sylvan robe Of thy romantic rocks, pollute thy gales, And stain thy glassy floods; -- while over the globe To spread thy stores metallic, this rude yell Drowns the wild woodland sung, and breaks the poet's spell." english/wordswwi/Z300543333,42732,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,"XXVI. THE LAST SUPPER, BY LEONARDO DA VINCI, IN THE REFECTORY OF THE CONVENT OF MARIA DELLA GRAZIA—MILAN .",1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Have marred this Work; the calm ethereal grace,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Tho' searching damps and many and envious flaw Have marred this Work; the calm ethereal grace, The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face, The mercy, goodness, have not failed to awe The Elements; as they do melt and thaw The heart of the Beholder -- and erase (At least for one rapt moment) every trace Of disobedience to the primal law. The annunciation of the dreadful truth Made to the Twelve, survives: lip, forehead, cheek, And hand reposing on the board in ruth Of what it utters, while the unguilty seek Unquestionable meanings -- still bespeak A labour worthy of eternal youth!" english/wordswwi/Z400543081,522292,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXXII. [With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh],1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed; Some lying fast at anchor in the road, Some veering up and down, one knew not why. A goodly Vessel did I then espy Come Like a giant from a haven broad; And lustily along the bay she strode, Her tackling rich, and of apparel high. This Ship was nought to me, nor I to her, Yet I pursued her with a Lover's look; This Ship to all the rest did I prefer: When will she turn, and whither? She will brook No tarrying; where She comes the winds must stir: On went She, and due north her journey took." english/clarejoh/Z400314262,791800,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Clare, John, 1793-1864",1793.0,SONNET ‘I am’,1823,14,The Later Poems (1984),"I feel I am;—I only know I am,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"I feel I am; -- I only know I am, And plod upon the earth, as dull and void: Earth's prison chilled my body with its dram Of dullness, and my soaring thoughts destroyed, I fled to solitudes from passion dream, But strife pursued -- I only know, I am, I was a being created in the raze Of men disdaining bounds of place and time: -- A spirit that could travel over the space Of earth and heaven, -- Like a thought sublime, Tracing creation, Like my maker, free, -- A soul unshackled -- Like eternity, Spurning earth's vain and soul debasing thrall But now I only know I am, -- that's all." english/polwhele/Z300462985,334313,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Polwhele, Richard, 1760-1838",1760.0,SONNET VI. [While not a wing of insect‐being floats],1790,14,Poems (1806),&indent;And not a murmur moves the frozen air;,y,,1750-1800,"While not a wing of insect-being floats, And not a murmur moves the frozen air; Yon' ice-clad sedge, with tremulous wave, denotes, Amid the leafless copse, that life is there. And lo, half-seen, the Bird of russet breast And duskier pinion, that had cleft the skies Of wild inhospitable climes, in quest Of the warm spring, his plashy labour plies. Feed on, poor bird, beneath the sheltering copse; And near thee may no wanton spaniel stray! Or rising, when dim eve her curtain drops, Ah! may no net arrest thy darkling way! But long unpent by frost, overflow the rill; And many and insect meet thy delving bill!" modern/oxf0901/Z200245153,176448,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Oswald, Alice, 1966-",1966.0,"SONNET [When I sit up this late, breathing like so]",1996,14,,"When I sit up this late, breathing like so",,Sonnet,1950-2000,"When I sit up this late, breathing Like so into the growing soap-ball of my silence, I just can't think and I don't want to know whither I've lost my heart to my resilience; not care, not speak -- the clock, the book, the chair and this one self, beyond sufficiency, gone Like and oyster to the ocean's floor to make of love the pearl's cold quality ... I chosen to think of you but I can't say whither it's peace or makeshift that I live in this last zero of the millionth day which ends Like this, just breathing to survive. And I don't know and so I haven't said whither it's you or nothing in my head." english/sewardan/Z300482269,315784,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXVI.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Soft Simulation!—wisely to abstain,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Nobly to scorn thy gilded veil to wear, Soft Simulation! -- wisely to abstain From fostering Envy's asps; -- to dash the bane Far from our hearts, which Hate, with frown severe, Extends for those who wrong us; -- to revere With soul, or grateful, or resigned, the train Of mercies, and of trials, is to gain A quiet conscience, best of blessings here! -- Calm conscience is a land-encircled bay, On whose smooth surface tempests never blow; Which shall the reflex of our life display Unstain'd by crime, though' gloomed with transient woe; While the bright Hope's of Heaven's eternal day Upon the fair and silent waters glow." english/procterb/Z300466982,558445,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Cornwall, Barry, 1787-1874",1787.0,SONNET. A Fresh Morning.,1817,14,The Poetical works (1822),Looks down as bright as on a summer's day.,y,,1750-1800,"It is a noisy morning: yet the sky Looks down as bright as on a summer's day. The ocean, curling as in wanton play, Doth bore her bosom to Apollo's eye, And every whispering wind that flutters by Seems Like a spirit charged to greet the day, And duly hurries towered the East -- away: For there the sun, seen over the mountains high, Comes smiling on the world. The fruit, the flower, Earth, heaven, the sea, and o! the heart of man, And all that came within his mighty plan Fling back the glance in joy: And from her bower The spirit of Meditation comes, to see All nature join in social jubilee." english/moultrie/Z400447809,307529,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moultrie, John, 1799-1874",1799.0,SONNET VI. TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER.,1829,14,Poems (1876),The cherish'd dreams of many wedded years;,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"My daughter! -- in that name appear fulfilled The cherished dreams of many wedded years; Child of as many wishes, Hope's and fears, As ever through poet's restless bosom thrilled, How does thy rising star serenely gild, For me, the horizon of this vale of tears! Which, in its tender light, almost appears A place where Hope her final home might built. But with a deeper joy I greet thy birth, For that hereafter, as I fondly trust, Thou shalt make glad thy mother's home and hearth, When she shall mourn (as soon or late she must) Her lackland sons dispersed throughout the earth, -- Her husband, and his follies, in the dust." english/rawnsley/Z300472845,12332,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,The Kaiser at Peace.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;And all the Teuton woods a requiem sing,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Now let the Rhine flow sad by tower and lea, And all the Teuton woods a requiem sing, Lo! he who made the nation, warrior king, Bows at the last to death's august decree: Great freedom-giver, he himself is free; Freed from the care that crowns shall ever bring, From weary watch upon the foemen-ring, From love's last yearning towards the southern sea. Oh! by the grim Sadowa and Sedan And those dark violets crushed before his car, The day faint Paris yielded all but pride, Weep for a Kaiser, glorious in war, Warder of home, and Leader in the van Of Peace: for peace he toiled, in peace he died." english/doubleda/Z300341008,717187,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Doubleday, Thomas, 1790-1870",1790.0,XVI.,1820,14,Sonnets and Poems (1818),&indent;While earth drinks freely of the cup of sleep;—,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"The stars are wandering over the fields of blue, While earth drinks freely of the cup of sleep; -- But I have drained love's magic draught so deep, That sleep's is tasteless. -- Emma haste; -- each hue Is deepened, but not lost; these trees never threw A stiller shade; no rude breeze dares to sweep Breathings from flowers which fragrant slumbers steep. -- But, list! -- more balmy than the odorous Due, Prelusive music of my queen's approach, Of promises of chastened raptures full, How soft the whispering voice and footsteps light On the awed silence silverly encroach: -- The young enchantress comes, as wont, to cull Pleasure's pure flowers, of mystic power, by night." english/wordswwi/Z400543234,898934,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,II. UPON THE SAME EVENT.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"The tidings passed of servitude repealed,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn The tidings passed of servitude repealed, And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field The rough Ætolians smiled with bitter scorn. ""'Tis known,"" cried they, ""that he, who would adorn His envied temples with the Isthmian crown, Must either win, through effort of his own, The prize, or be content to see it worn By more deserving brows. -- Yet so you prop, Sons of the brave who fought at Marathon, Your feeble spirits! Greece her head hath bowed, As if the wreathe of liberty thereon Would fix itself as smoothly as a cloud, Which, at Jove's will, descends on Pelion's top.""" english/robinmar/Z300475804,834570,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET XIV.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;Along the meek vibration of thy strings,",y,,1750-1800,"Come, soft Æolian harp, while zephyr plays Along the meek vibration of thy strings, As twilight's hand her modest mantle brings, Blending with sober gray the western blaze! O! prompt my Phaon's dreams with tenderest lays, Ere night overshade thee with its humid wings, While the lorn philomel his sorrow sings In leafy cradle, read with parting rays! Slow let thy dulcet tones on either glide; So steals the murmur of the amorous dove; The mazy legions swarm on every side, To lulling sounds the sunny people move! Let not the wise their little world deride, The smallest sting can wound the breast of love." english/thelwall/Z200508922,955619,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Thelwall, John, 1764-1834",1764.0,SONNET V. THE SOURCE OF SLAVERY.,1794,14,Poems Written ... in The Tower and Newgate (1795),"AH! why, forgetful of her ancient fame,",y,,1750-1800,"AH! why, forgetful of her ancient fame, Does Britain in lethargic fetters lie? Why from the burning cheek, and kindling eye, Burst no keen flashes of that sacred flame That wont the freeborn energies proclaim Of Albion's hardy raze? -- Alas! we fly The homely altars -- slight the once-loved name Of rustic Liberty, and deify Luxurious Pride. To her the pliant soul We bend degenerate! her vain pomps adore, And chase the simple virtues from the shore They wont to guard. Hence to the base control Of Tyranny we bow, nor once complain; But hug with servile fear the gilded chain." english/mantrich/Z300425199,274462,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,LXXXVIII. HOPE FOR THE DEPARTED.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),"&indent;Christian, befits thee not. 'Twill best behove",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"To doom thy brother, from the flesh released, Christian, befits thee not. 'Twill best behove The grace which ""hopeth all things,"" Christian love, To hope that each may in the Saviour rest. Degrees of hope are various: for the best Well may it rise to faith, but not above: For those, the worst in semblance, -- who can prove God's mercy may not rank them with the blessed? Yield then, in hope that he in Christ may sleep, To earth thy lifeless brother! -- Whom most pure Thou deemest, in mind his good example keep; Whom soiled with sin, his sins avoid, abjure: So mayest thou sow in love, in transport reap, Thyself; and make thine own election sure!" english/lloydcha/Z300416774,45170,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,"SONNET LIII. To her who will understand this, and the two preceding ones.",1805,14,Nugæ Canoræ (1819),&indent;Oh sentiment! thy most beloved child!,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"To her I bring these trophies of thy reign, Oh sentiment! thy most beloved child! Soft is her look, as if and angel smiled; And musical her voice, as when the strain Of shepherd's flute along the twilight plain Is herd from far; her step is calm and mild: Pride, and persuasive grace, seem reconciled In her, to consummate what poets feign. To thee I bring these trophies, beauteous from! Round whom taste, elegance, and fancy breathe, To fashion's courtly ease you add the charm, To deem no thing that hath a heart beneath Solicitous benignity! -- Hence, warm With partial thoughts, I twine the unworthy wreathe." american/am0023/Z300142453,635571,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Kilmer, Joyce, 1886-1918",1886.0,"FATHER GERARD HOPKINS, S.J.",1916,14,"[Poems, in] Joyce Kilmer [1918]",&indent;And match and blend thy words with curious art?,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one says, is but a human heart Speaking aloud, undisciplined and free. Nay, God be praised, Who fixed thy task for thee! Austere, ecstatic craftsman, set apart From all who traffic in Apollo's Mars, On thy phrased paten shall the Splendour be! Now, carelessly we throw a rhyme to God, Singing His praise when other songs are done. But thou, who knewest paths Teresa trod, Losing thyself, what is it thou hast wone? O bleeding feet, with peace and glory shod! O happy moth, that flew into the Sun!" english/robinmar/Z300475806,717044,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET XVI.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed,",y,,1750-1800,"Delusive hope! more transient than the ray That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed, O'er woodland glen, or breezy mountain's head, Ling'ring to catch the parting sighs of day. Hence, with thy visionary charms, away! Nor over my path the flowers of fancy spread; Thy airy dreams on peaceful pillows shed, And weave for thoughtless brows a garland gay. Farewell, low valleys; dizzy cliffs, farewell! Small vagrant rills, that murmur as you flow; Dark bosomed labyrinth, and thorny dell; The task be mine all pleasures to forego; To hide where meditation loves to dwell, And feed my soul with luxury of woe!" english/moultrie/Z500447627,379322,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Moultrie, John, 1799-1874",1799.0,SONNET XIV.,1829,14,Poems (1876),Is earthly love so quenchless and so strong?,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Are there no marriages in heaven? -- then why Is earthly love so quenchless and so strong? Why does the lover wish and yearn and long For bliss that die not in eternity? No! no! the grave does only purify Love's over from its alloy -- the sordid throng Of earth's defilements, change, and chance, and wrong And jealous fears, and chill adversity. My Margaret, when I think on what thou art, How spirit-like a being, how refined From all that chains to earth our human heart, From all that now pollutes our human mind, I cannot think that death will tear apart The links thy magic round my soul hath twined." english/roscoew2/Z200476639,782736,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Roscoe, William Stanley, 1782-1843",1782.0,"SONNET TO MRS. HENRY TIGHE, ON HER POEM OF “PSYCHE, OR THE LEGEND OF LOVE.”",1812,14,Poems (1834),"A vision bright, and midst her odorous bowers",y,,1750-1800,"I saw in heaven, before the throne of Jove, A vision bright, and amid her odorous bowers Fair Psyche sat culling eternal flowers, While over her stood entranced immortal Love! And ever as the blooming wreathe she wove, Shed from his beaming eyes ecstatic showers; And on the amaranthine buds he pours His breath, that all the leaves with rapture move. Fair Psyche smiled, and raised her blissful eyes. ""This crown for her whose chaste and hallowed sung Hath so rejoiced us amid our native skies, And echoes still these sapphire vaults along, For her who sung our wanderings on the earth, And hailed with hymns of joy our heavenly birth.""" english/rawnsley/Z200472494,322378,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"SOLITUDO CONTINUATA DULCESCIT AN INSCRIPTION AT THE GATE OF THE CONVENT OF THE MADONNA DEL SASSO, LOCARNO",1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;&indent;As mars the thing you live by, your own soul,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Right, friar, right! but not such solitude As mars the thing you live by, your own soul, Which needs must think and act, or it die whole, Root upward, as your vines die, when the wood Feels in the rock no more its natural good. For me -- I had rather have for being's goal The lizard's life beside its cranny's hold, That grows so Like the stone he scans for food. No; if this rotting out in sloth and rust Be all God meant when He created man, Be the sure charm that fits the soul for heaven -- To me let city-noise and crowds be given, And cast me from your order, under ban To think and act until my heart be dust." american/am0666/Z200169647,76055,1835-1869 Mid Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Alcott, Amos Bronson, 1799-1888",1799.0,"[I. In Youth's glad morning, when the rising East]",1829,14,Sonnets and canzonets [1882],"Glows golden with assurance of success,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"In Youth's glad morning, when the rising East Glows golden with assurance of success, And life itself's a rare continual feast, Enjoyed the more if meditated less, 'TO is then that friendship's pleasures chiefly bless, As if without beginning, -- never to end, -- So rich the season and so dear the friend, When thou and I went wandering hand in hand; Mine were thou in our years of earliest prime, Studious at home, or to the southern land Adventuring bold; again in later time, Thy kindly service, always at command Of calm discretion, and abounding sense, Prompted and showed the path to excellence." english/sbtomkin/Z300493095,768092,,English Poetry,"Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623",1623.0,FOVRTH SONNET Ex Psal. 51.,1653,14,,&indent;And mortifie my Sin so grieuous guiltie;,y,,1600-1650,"Show mercy Lord on me most heinous Sinner, And mortify my Sin so grievous guilty; O cleanse me from it, Purifie me Filthy; For in thy sighed Lord I am only Sinner. In Sin (thou knowest) my Sinful mother boar me: But O thou Guide unto the heavenly City, Wash, wash my Soul in Lauer of thy Pity, So shall no Snowe in whiteness go before me. Give me a clean heart, and untainted Spirit; And of thy Grace, and Face bereave me never; So shall I more adore thy Name and fear it, And to thy Seruice more and more endeavour: Sith broken hearts (as does thy Voice aver it) Are only Sacrifice thou Ioy'st in ever." english/dowsoner/Z300341747,469889,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Dowson, Ernest Christopher, 1867-1900",1867.0,SONNET TO NATURE,1897,14,The Poetical Works (1934): LYRICAL POETRY: HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED POEMS,"Thou unclean harpy, odorous of despair,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Thou unclean harpy, odorous of despair, I offer up no praises on the shrine Of thy wild beauty; thou art not divine, Nor reverend at all thy tranquil air; I know thee, evil one, and I am beware Of all thy vileness; -- never sung of mine Shall swell the shameful triumphs that are thine Thou shalt not cajole me of even one prayer. O false, foul mother who to sat thy lust, Insatiate of misery does consume The lives that thou hast fashioned out of dust, Who feedest on the children of thy womb, Thy beauty cannot conquer our distrust, Thy tenderness is crueler than a tomb." english/ayresphi/Z300265566,25852,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,The REQUEST. To LOVE. A Sonnet.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Didst that fair Image lodge, that Form Divine",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"O Love, who in my breast's most noble part, Didst that fair Image lodge, that Form Divine In whom the Summ of Heavenly Graces shine, And there ingrav'dst it with thy golden Dart. Now mighty Work man! Help me by thy Art, (Since my dull Pen trembles to strike a Line) That I on paper copy the Design, By thee expressed so lively in my Heart. Lend me, when I this great Attempt do try, A Feather from thy wings, that whilst to write, My hand's employed, my thoughts may soar on high; Thy Torch, which fires our hearts and burns so bright, My darker Fancy let it's Flame supply, And through my numbers dart celestial Light." english/rawnsley/Z200472524,339186,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,OVER THE SPLUGEN THE NAVVY'S CROSS,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;Where, swift for Barbarossa's ancient halls",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"I, wandering up by steep St. Jacomo, Where, swift for Barbarossa's ancient halls The Liro leaps, and fills the valley walls With thunder, thought how hither long ago Macdonald pushed his cannon through the snow, Battling with winter; herd his bugle-calls, Saw regiments swept to death by avalanche falls, Men mad for fear, who quailed not at the foe. Fame of thy deed, Macdonald, shall not cease While men praise war; but lo! this iron cross Tells how some simple labourer toiling died: You hewed a mountain path in warrior pride -- His venture was a nobler thing -- his loss Dear life, in service of the way of Peace." english/woodford/Z300542162,662774,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,SONNET. Loves Exaltation.,1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"&indent;Raise my dull Soul, those Beauties to admire,",y,,1600-1650,"Enlarge Thy flight, Love, said I, and on high Raise my dull Soul, those Beauties to admire, Which in the Heav'nly Treasuries do lie, And Mortal Brests with holy Flame inspire! Show me the Spring of that Celestial Fire, Design'd our Earthy Dross to purify, But after which in vain below we' inquire, Who sit down ith' warm Sun of a fair Eye! So up he raised me, but no Tongue can tell, What I in Rapturous Vision did behold: My Love I found was Pure, and made me bold: This only I remember very well, So high we soared, till on and Arch above, I saw inscribed, SACRED TO HEAVENLY LOVE." english/marstonp/Z400425619,270451,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Marston, Philip Bourke, 1850-1887",1850.0,SONNET LVI. SUMMER'S RETURN.,1880,14,The Collected Poems (1892),&indent;Returning to the place where first he met,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Once more I walk 'mid summer days, as one Returning to the place where first he met The face that he till death may not forget; I know the scent of roses just begun, And how at evening and at morn the sun Falls on the places that remember yet What feet last year within their bounds were set, And what sweet things were said, and dreamed, and done. The sultry silence of the summer night Recalls to me the loved voice far away; Oh, surely I shall see, some blessed day, In places that last year with love were bright, The face of her I love; and hear the low, Sweet, troubled music of the voice I know." english/smithcha/Z300488932,948892,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET XIX. TO MR. HAYLEY, ON RECEIVING SOME ELEGANT LINES FROM HIM.",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Of ‘idle’ flowers that bloom the woods among,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"For me the Muse a simple band designed Of 'idle' flowers that bloom the woods among, Which, with the cypress and the willow joined, A garland formed as artless as my sung. And little dared I hope its transient hours So long would last; composed of buds so brief; 'Till Hayley's hand among the vagrant flowers, Threw from his verdant crown a deathless leaf. For high in Fame's bright fane has Judgment placed The laurel wreathe Serena's poet wone, Which, woven with myrtles by the hands of Taste, The Muse decreed for this her favourite son. And those immortal leaves his temples shade, Whose fair, eternal verdure -- shall not fade!" english/strongch/Z200499061,712612,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Strong, Charles, 1785-1864",1785.0,XXXII.,1815,14,Sonnets (1862),"Not evils, only, years, as they advance,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Friend of my youth! whom time hath made more dear, Not evils, only, years, as they advance, Darkly unfold, witness the happy chance! That from such hateful distance brings thee near: Scenes long overshadowed brightly reappear; Again, perusing with enraptured glance The early pages of life's sweet romance, I taste the freshness of our vernal year. Haste, my retreat hath store of charms for thee, Sweet note of native birds, and by clear stream Trees, whose green arches often cloister me; Remembered books, awakening ancient theme, -- Nor wants there wine, laid up for sober glee, When Grenville was installed our Chief supreme." english/smithcha/Z300488940,577831,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XXVII. [Sighing I see yon little troop at play],1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;By sorrow yet untouch'd; unhurt by care;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Sighing I see yond little troop at play, By sorrow yet untouched; unhurt by care; While free and sportive they enjoy today, 'Content and careless of tomorrow's fare!' O happy age! when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth, Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay To wound the wretched Pilgrim's of the earth, Making them rue the hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world so full of pain, Where prosperous folly treads on patient worth, And, to deaf pride, misfortune pleads in vain! Ah! -- for their future fate how many fears Oppress my heart -- and fill mine eyes with tears!" english/rawnsley/Z300472761,964802,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,III. SAINT HILDA.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Prayed, and was pure of heart and pure of hand,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Saint Hilda! Abbess she of Streonshald, Prayed, and was pure of heart and pure of hand, And when she walked along the thundering strand The shy cliff doves, wind-beaten, storm-appalled, Dropped to her bosom fearless as she called. Touched by her feet, as by enchanter's wand, The serpents left their heads upon the sand, Coiled into stone, or stiffened as they crawled. Still is the power of pure-souled maids who prey Strong to destroy all venomous things that crawl; Only a look, the serpent shrinks and die; About their paths, from out of Heaven, will fall Mute things that needs love's tenderest ministries, And in their bosoms frightened doves shall stay." english/rawnsley/Z200472657,173611,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,IV. SPIRE OF SAINT MARY REDCLIFFE.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),The vessels write their runes upon the sky;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"By spar and shroud, with their untutored hands, The vessels write their runes upon the sky; Their sails, the careful seamen spread to dry, Seem April clouds entangled in the strands: A multitude from multitudinous lands, Prow close to prow, in friendly purpose lie; And queen of masts, among the forestry, Sun-white Saint Mary's spire in beauty stands. Ship of the Church, these vessels will not stay -- For prize, fresh gains, new venture, will be gone: Unlading at thine anchorage always Though rough tides threaten, still thou holdest on, Not bartering truth for beads and trumpery, Thy cargo -- Reason, Love, Fraternity." american/am0064/Z300145317,991438,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Humphreys, David, 1752-1818",1752.0,SONNET IX. On the Death of Major John Pallsgrave Wyllys.,1782,14,The miscellaneous works (1804),Where flow'd the sanguine flood of savage war—,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Belov'd in life! and mourned in death! when slave, Where flowed the sanguine flood of savage war -- Where white with read men mingling pressed the plain, Thy bones long bleaching in lone fields afar: Thee, Wyllys! thee, the sighing winds deplore, Through wilds where axe-men erst no branch had felled: Still mourns for thee, Ohio's peopling shore, His groves (where late the painted warriors yelled) Vocal with grief, with tears his waters swelled. No friend was nigh to lave thy clotted wound, Catch thy last breath, and close thy bursting eyes; Yet thee full cities wail in woe profound -- Thy friends, thy sire, beyond funereal cries, Stifle in dumb despair abortive groans and sighs. --" english/byrongeo/Z300294074,839540,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824",1788.0,SONNET. TO GENEVRA.,1818,14,The works (1898–1904): POEMS 1809–1813,&indent;And the warm lustre of thy features—caught,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, And the warm lustre of thy features -- caught From contemplation -- where serenely wrought, Seems Sorrow's softness charmed from its despair -- Have thrown such speaking sadness in thine air, That -- but I know thy blessed bosom fraught With mines of unalloyed and stainless thought -- I should have deemed thee doomed to earthly care. With such and aspect, by his colours blended, When from his beauty-breathing pencil born, (Except that thou hast nothing to repent) The Magdalen of Guido saw the morn -- Such seemest thou -- but how much more excellent! With nought Remorse can claim -- nor Virtue scorn." c20-african-american/da20031/Z300327187,168118,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,African-American Poetry,"Cotter, Joseph Seamon, 1895-1919",1895.0,[14] Sonnet [And Thou art One—One with th' eternal hills],1925,14,,"And Thou art One—One with th' eternal hills,",,Sonnet,1850-1900,"And Thou art One -- One with that' eternal hills, And with the flaming stars, and with the moon, Translucent, cold. The sentinel of noon That clothes the sky in robes of light and fills The earth with warmth, the flowering fields, the rills, The waving trees, the south wind's elfin rune, Are One with Thee. All nature is in tune With Thee, O Father, God -- and if one wills To humbly walk the fragrant, leaf-strewn path And kneel in reverence 'neath the vaulted sky, Hearing the hymnals of the waving trees And prayers of the soughing winds -- what hath He less of heaven in him than we, who cry, ""God in our creeds does dwell and not in these?""" english/rosewill/Z300476687,278370,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rose, William Stewart, 1775-1843",1775.0,"SONNET I. To a Pine‐Tree, seen in England in December, 1836.",1805,14,Rhymes (1837),Hail! although changed from what thou wer't before!,y,,1750-1800,"Hail! although changed from what thou were't before! Stunted, curtailed of thy majestic stem, And reft of thy umbrageous diadem -- Hail, hapless exile, to our northern shore! Though thee no group of graceful cypress hem, And, bent by southern breezes, bow before Thy trunk, its sylvan grandeur to adore, Without thy setting thou art still a gem. And happy thoughts and recollections I Hang on thy boughs, and see thy cloudlike shade Propt on its airy pillar, in a sky As pure and warm, as ever Claude portrayed. But, -- woe is me, my watery colours fly, And at the withering touch of winter fade." english-ed2/ep2500/Z200666597,712175,,English Poetry,"Wright, David McKee, 1867-1928.",1867.0,Fancy—A Sonnet.,1897,14,Aorangi And Other Verses. By David McKee Wright (1896),At dawn it seems to me thou art a bird,y,,1850-1900,"Fancy, what art thou, witching shade of dreams? At dawn it seems to me thou art a bird Calling from out the trees the rising day; And when the noonday over the broad earth streams Thou art a glory seen and felt and herd, A breath of many flowers along life's way. When the soft evening sets in read and gold: A cloudland wonder of bright islands rolled In Lake's of light and spreading seas of blue, With dreams of sunset cities far away. Then when night comes thou art a wandering star Peopled with changing visions ever new, And singing voices coming from afar, Making my dreamland brighter than the day." english/rawnsley/Z200472687,821193,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,IX. THE DEATH OF OLAF THE DANE— SUNSET BEYOND THE ISLE OF MAN.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Along the beach that looks to Mona's isle,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Full of the Northmen's mission deeds, I strolled Along the beach that looks to Mona's isle, In marvel how the Cross set up by guile Could preach a God of human love, and mould Men into Christ-like shape, or ever hold A dying Saviour on it. Hakon's wile, His pagan, beast's life: Olaf's godlike smile, And brave, untreacherous hands, made answer bold. Then, as of Astrid's warrior child I thought, He took such giant size, that Mona's shore Seemed the Long-Serpent hull Earl Eric fought, And the horizon weltered as with gore; While through the purple waves, with sun for shield, He sank to death, who had not learned to yield." english/byrongeo/Z300294075,89378,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824",1788.0,SONNET. TO GENEVRA.,1818,14,The works (1898–1904): POEMS 1809–1813,"&indent;And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"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 heart would wish away that ruder glow: And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes -- but, o! While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, And into mine my mother's weakness rush, Soft as the last drops round Heaven's airy bow. For, through thy long dark lashes low depending, The soul of melancholy Gentleness Gleams Like a Seraph from the sky descending, Above all pain, yet pitying all distress; At once such majesty with sweetness blending, I worship more, but cannot love thee less." english/parkthom/Z300455957,545875,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Park, Thomas, 1759-1834",1759.0,"SONNET VII. Written in Sight of Reculver, on the Approach of a Sea‐Storm.",1789,14,Sonnets and Other Small Poems (1797),"&indent;The cowering sea‐mew droops her dusky wing,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Dark heaves the wave along the lonely strand, The cowering sea-mew droops her dusky wing, The plover, circling, seeks a safer land, While to their rocky cove the swallows cling: Clouds, thickly-driving, veil the face of day; And now the gathering tempest raves more near, High over the beach froths up the spumy spray, And even at noon the shades of night appear. Yet do these horrors with congenial gloom Paint the sad tale yond sister-spires record Of two found spirits, whose distressful doom Ingenuous Feeling sweetly hath deplored, And to the eye of sympathy restored From dark Tradition's legendary tome." english/caryhenr/Z300309367,169365,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Cary, Henry Francis, 1772-1844",1772.0,"SONNET XXVI. [I ask not riches, and I ask not pow'r]",1802,14,Sonnets and Odes (1788),&indent;Nor in her revel rout shall Pleasure view,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"I ask not riches, and I ask not power, Nor in her revel rout shall Pleasure view Me ever, a far sweeter Nymph I woo, -- Hail, sweet Retirement, led me to thy bower, Where fair Content has spread her loveliest flower, Of more enduring, though less gaudy hue, Than Pleasure scatters to her giddy crew, Nor let aught break upon thy sacred hour, Save some true friend, of pure congenial soul, To such the latchet of my wicker gate Let me lift freely, glad to share the dole, Fortune allows me, whither small or great, And a warm heart, that knows not the control Of Fortune, and defies the frown of Fate." english/lloydcha/Z200416868,39306,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,"DEDICATORY SONNET TO THE AUTHOR'S FATHER, Of the Essays on the Genius of Pope, as a Poet and Moralist.",1805,14,Poetical essays on the character of Pope (1821),"Oh thou, who hast, all through thy life's career,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Oh thou, who hast, all through thy life's career, Prov'd that the way of virtue is a way Of safety; proved that those who early fear Their Maker; who to him in youth do pay Their vows, their onward path in quiet steer; Prov'd, that from conscience' dictates never to stray, Though outward law be of all hindrance clear, Leads to a peace which nothing can dismay: -- Accept these lays, my father; penned to prove, Self-sacrificing virtue is at last The only way to win what all would gain, Internal peace; the universal love Of man; and confidence erect, and fast, That, for their soul's, God's true rest does remain." american/am0473/Z300161053,243591,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Wilde, Richard Henry, 1789-1847",1789.0,SONNET FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF CAMOENS,1819,14,"[Poems, in] Richard Henry Wilde: His Life and Selected Poems [1966]","To thee sunny isle in this ocean of life,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"To thee sunny isle in this ocean of life, Last hope of the shipwrecked I fly! Thou art dear as are moments of bliss after strife Or bright spots in a storm-clouded sky: O'er the foes whom I shun there's no conquest but flight And if place changes fortune, at last I change mine The victory's sure -- and I hail with delight O'er love and ambition a triumph divine: I'll while life away, in these calm shady bowers Where the murmur of waters falls sweet on the ear, Where the Autumn brings fruits and the Summer gives flowers And the Nightingale's love sung is herd all the year; Where buried forever passed cares, and lost powers, Content and Repose shall become doubly dear!" american/am0338/Z300156960,400880,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Wilcox, Ella Wheeler, 1850-1919",1850.0,"[XVI. Oh, to wake once again with that old joy]",1880,14,Sonnets of sorrow and triumph [1918],"Oh, to wake once again with that old joy,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Oh, to wake once again with that old joy, That consciousness of angels hovering near! Oh, for a shaft of light that would destroy This dark despondency, this nameless fear! My radiant thoughts had never given from Or substance to those two unbidden things; Yet in that night of devastating storm, Bat-like they came on black and brooding wings. My mind has lost its optimistic course And sunk in quicksands of despair and gloom, Nor have my wildest prayers the drawing force To lift me back to sunlight and to bloom. Oh, Everlasting Arms, reach out, reach out, Before I sink in madness, or in doubt!" english/robinmar/Z200475837,454599,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET. TO MY BELOVED DAUGHTER.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),&indent;And Heaven relentless seal'd the harsh decree;,y,,1750-1800,"When Fate in ruthless rage assailed my breast, And Heaven relentless sealed the harsh decree; Hope, placid soother of the mind distressed, To calm my rending sorrows -- gave me thee. In all the charms of innocence arrayed, 'Tis thine to sprinkle patience on my woes, As from thy voice celestial comfort flows, Glancing bright lustre over each dreary shade. Still may thy growing reason's light divine, Illume with joy my melancholy bowers; Still may the beams of sacred virtue shine, To deck thy spring of youth with thornless flowers: So shall their splendid attributes combine, To shed soft sunshine on my wintery hours." english/clarejoh/Z300313805,728009,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Clare, John, 1793-1864",1793.0,HOME PICTURES IN MAY,1823,14,The Midsummer Cushion (1990),The sunshine bathes in clouds of many hues,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"The sunshine baths in clouds of many hues & morning's feet are gemmed with early dews Warm daffodils about the garden beds Peep through their pale slim leaves their golden heads Sweet earthly suns of spring -- the gossling brood's In coats of sunny green about the road Waddle in ecstasy -- & in rich moods The old hen leads her flickering chicks abroad Oft scuttling neath her wings to see the kite Hang wavering oar them in the springs blue light The sparrows round their new nests chirp with glee & sweet the robin springs young luxury shares Tutting its sung in feathery gooseberry tree While watching worms the gardeners spade unbears" english/clarejoh/Z300313514,900590,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Clare, John, 1793-1864",1793.0,SONNET [How sweet the wood shades the hot summer hours],1823,14,The Early Poems (1989),How sweet the wood shades the hot summer hours,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"How sweet the wood shades the hight summer hours & stretches oar my head its sheltering green As I recline mid grass & cooling flowers & seeded stalks of blossoms that have been Sure this a pleasure in such secret nooks To muse on distant friends in memories eye Or glance on passages in favourite books Whose thoughts Like echoes to our own reply Or shades recall which substance long forsook From the black nothingness of days gone buy Blessings of infant hope & loves young bliss Ah thus to think the thoughts of death is sweet In shaping heaven to a scene Like this With loves & friends & feelings all to meet" english/colersam/Z300317105,797611,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 1772-1834",1772.0,"SONNET COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD; THE AUTHOR HAVING RECEIVED INTELLIGENCE OF THE BIRTH OF A SON, SEPT. 20, 1796",1802,14,The Complete Poetical Works (1912),&indent;Which makes the present (while the flash doth last),y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Oft over my brain does that strange fancy roll Which makes the present (while the flash does last) Seem a mere semblance of some unknown passed, Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul Self-questioned in her sleep; and some have said We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore. O my sweet baby! when I reach my door, If heavy looks should tell me thou art dead, (As sometime, through excess of hope, I fear) I think that I should struggle to believe Thou were a spirit, to this neither sphere Sentenc'd for some more venial crime to grieve; Did'st scream, then spring to meet Heaven's quick reprieve, While we wept idly over thy little bier!" american/am0513/Z300163338,306188,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Fenollosa, Ernest Francisco, 1853-1908",1853.0,SONNET. HER LOVE.,1883,14,East and west (1893),&indent;To wrap in rifted tangles of my tresses,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"I would thou were a moon, and I thy cloud To wrap in rifted tangles of my tresses Thy soul's white naked mirror, lave caresses Of soft pale pleading lips where thou art browed With coronets of constellations proud Meet for thy regal thought; blue wildernesses Spreading eternal couch where love confesses Her airy penetrations, where the shroud Of my translucent bosom kindling gleams, Melted upon thy flame in blissful swoon, Fused with the silver passion of thy dreams; Thy heart's strung harp a-throb with hidden tune Winged from the primal pulse of God's own themes. O joy to be a cloud, and thou my moon!" american/am0092/Z200146066,198446,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Seeger, Alan, 1886-1916",1886.0,SONNET XIII,1916,14,Poems (1917),"Superb, in every attitude a queen,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"I fancied, while you stood conversing there, Superb, in every attitude a queen, Her ermine thus Boädicea bore, So moved amid the multitude Faustine. My life, whose whole religion Beauty is, Be charged with sin if ever before yours A lesser feeling crossed my mind than his Who owning grandeur marvels and adores. Nay, rather in my dream-world's ivory tower I made your image the high pearly sill, And mounting there in many a wistful hour, Burdened with love, I trembled and was still, Seeing discovered from that azure height Remote, untrod horizons of delight." english/woodford/Z300542174,426375,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,"SONNET, To the same Purpose.",1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"&indent;How false our Hopes, and full of Vanity,",y,,1600-1650,"Since you and I, my Friend, so oft have proved, How false our Hope's, and full of Vanity, To that best Good at length thy Heart apply, Which still the more 'this known, the more 'this loved! The present Life's a Field, till thus improved, In which amid Flowers and hidden Snake does lie, And though its Verdure please the wanton Eye, Death from that' unwary Foot 'S not far removed. Would you then have a Mind at last secure, And endless Joys, in which thou mayest persever, Follow the Few, to them thy Steps inure, And all thou canst to leave the most endeavour! Brother, you teach well, but yourself first sure, Who oft have strayed, yet more of late than ever." english/wordswwi/Z300543712,175057,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XIV. [Feel for the wrongs to universal ken],1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Daily exposed, woe that unshrouded lies;",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Feel for the wrongs to universal ken Daily exposed, woe that unshrouded lies; And seek the Sufferer in his darkest den, Whether conducted to the spot by sighs And moanings, or he dwells (as if the wren Taught him concealment) hidden from all eyes In silence and the awful modesties Of sorrow; -- feel for all, as brother Men! Rest not in hope want's icy chain to thaw By casual boons and formal charities; Learn to be just, just through impartial law; Far as you may, erect and equalise; And, what you cannot reach by statute, draw Each from his fountain of self-sacrifice!" c20-english/car2902/Z300134405,342651,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Post‐Referendum (1990),1950,14,,"‘No no, it will not do, it will not be.",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"'No no, it will not do, it will not be. I tell you you must leave your land alone. Who do you think is poised to ring the phone? Fish your straitjacket packet from the sea you threw it in, get your headphones mended. You don't want the world now, do you? Come on, you're pegged out on your heathery futon, take the matches from your lids, it's ended.' We watched the strong sick dirkless Angel groan, shiver, half-rise, batter with a shrunk wing the space the Tempter was no longer in. He tried to hear feet, calls, car-doors, shouts, drone of engines, hooters, hear a meeting sing. A coin clattered at the end of its spin." english/marstonp/Z400425611,311399,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Marston, Philip Bourke, 1850-1887",1850.0,SONNET XLVIII. SONNETS TO A VOICE. I.,1880,14,The Collected Poems (1892),"&indent;And all the other men of mighty name,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Rossini and Beethoven and Mozart, And all the other men of mighty name, Together joined their previous work to shame; The subtlest mystery of their godlike art To that most magic voice they did impart. Oh, from what kingdom of rare music came A voice on which alone might rest such fame As never yet made glad one mortal's heart? A star of found, set far above the din And dust of life, a shade wherein to lie Faint with the sudden ecstasy of bliss, A voice to drown remembrance of sin, A voice to hear and for the hearing die, As Antony for Cleopatra's kiss!" english/william3/Z200536953,468391,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Williams, Helen Maria, 1762-1827",1762.0,SONNET TO THE TORRID ZONE.,1792,14,Poems on various subjects (1823),"With lavish charms, perennial summer strays;",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Pathway of light! over thy empurpled zone, With lavish charms, perennial summer strays; Soft 'amid thy spicy groves the zephyr plays, While far around the rich perfumes are thrown; The Amadavid-bird for thee alone Spreads his gay plumes, that catch thy vivid rays; For thee the gems with liquid lustre blaze, And Nature's various wealth is all thy own. But ah! not thine is Twilight's doubtful gloom, Those mild gradations, mingling day with night; Here instant darkness shrouds thy genial bloom, Nor leaves my pensive soul that lingering light, When musing Mem'ry would each trace resume Of fading pleasures in successive flight." english/hemansfe/Z300391877,322999,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne, 1793-1835",1793.0,VIII.—ORCHARD BLOSSOMS.,1823,14,The Works (1839),Of orchard blooms upon the mossy bough?,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Doth thy heart stir within thee at the sighed Of orchard blooms upon the mossy bough? Doth their sweet household smile waft back the glow Of childhood's morn? -- the wondering fresh delight In earth's new colouring, then all strangely bright, A joy of fairyland? -- Doth some old nook, Haunted by visions of thy first-loved book, Rise on thy soul, with faint-streaked blossoms white, Shower'd over the turf, and the lone primrose knot, And robin's nest, still faithful to the spot, And the bee's dreamy chime? -- O gentle friend! The world's cold breath, not Time's, this life bereaves Of vernal gifts -- Time hallows what he leaves, And will for us endear spring-memories to the end." english/rawnsley/Z300472922,891256,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"E. R. and F. S. S. B. DROWNED WHILST SAILING ON DERWENTWATER IN A SQUALL, SEPTEMBER 9TH, 1886.",1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"To those dark deeps that stopped such manly breath,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"From the dark deeps of this our endless woe, To those dark deeps that stopped such manly breath, Like one in fear, who, halting, listeneth If any call, our hearts flit to and from, Your voices found not, but one voice I know -- It is the solemn sovereign voice of Death: ""There is a world beyond this world,"" it says, ""There is a deep to which thou canst but go."" Untimely lost! and only back to come With speechless mouth, calm faces, sightless eyes, Well have you ridden out Earth's wildest gale, Companions still with Christ aboard you sail, A ship of life, whose port is Paradise, And freighted full of love you steer for Home." english/ayresphi/Z300265641,639913,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"Finding Cynthia in Pain, and crying. A Sonnet.",1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),&indent;And so much Grief on those fair Cheeks appears,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Why, Idol of my Heart, these mournful Cryes, And so much Grief on those fair Cheeks appears From whence proceed those envious Showres of Tears Dark'ning the Lustre of thy Beautious Eyes? How dares bold Sorrow labour to remove, So many Graces from their proper Place? Ah, Cynthia! Pain endeavours, in thy Face, To poison all the sweetest Charms of Love. Sense of thy Grief, my Soul with Anguish fills, Which out of Pity into Tears distils, And for thy Ease would fain endure thy Woe; But this Affliction, sure thy Heart sustains, That, Cruel Thou, being sensible of Pains, May'st, to thy Constant Martyr, Pity show." english/thelwall/Z200508927,156066,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Thelwall, John, 1764-1834",1764.0,"SONNET X. TO THOMAS HARDY, ON HIS CONDUCT ON THE DAY OF HIS ACQUITTAL.",1794,14,Poems Written ... in The Tower and Newgate (1795),"HARDY, whose Spartan virtue wakes the glow",y,,1750-1800,"HARDY, whose Spartan virtue wakes the glow Of generous emulation -- while the tear (Erewhile by Patriot zeal forbade to flow) Amidst thy well-earned triumphs, over the bier Of a loved Consort falls, our hearts bestow Responsive drops, and brighter still appear Thy manly virtues. -- O supremely blessed -- Could worth our bliss secure! -- Thy generous soul, By Nature's partial hand alike impressed With Fortitude, above the base control Of Tyranny, and the diviner zest Of social Tenderness, a meed shall claim Beyond the Muse's praise, while deathless Fame Inscribes, in Freedom's shrine, thy Patriot name." american/am0092/Z200146111,618542,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Seeger, Alan, 1886-1916",1886.0,SONNET XI ON RETURNING TO THE FRONT AFTER LEAVE,1916,14,Poems (1917),"Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue Look the leftovers of mankind that rest, Now that the cream has been skimmed off in you. War has its horrors, but has this of good -- That its sure processes sort out and bind Brave hearts in one intrepid brotherhood And leave the shams and imbeciles behind. Now turn we joyful to the great attacks, Not only that we face in a fair field Our valiant foe and all his deadly tools, But also that we turn disdainful backs On that poor world we scorn yet die to shield -- That world of cowards, hypocrites, and fools." english/rawnsley/Z200472375,366024,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,LIV. NATURE'S EVENSONG.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),Before the leaf with universal veil,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"At such a time as alders break to flower, Before the leaf with universal veil Has spread green sameness over hill and dale, And screened the nestlings from the April shower -- How pleasant at the love-star's saffron hour, With lazy oar that helps the uncertain sail, To creep from bay to bay, and hear the tale The Blackbird flutes above his new-built bower! The purple copse from dusk to darkness goes, And those dim lamps that would the day prolong -- The Palm flowers, shine with fainter, fainter gold; But Love, Hope, Triumph, labour-earned Repose Chime in the mellow pauses of a sung No nightfall hushes and no years make old." english/caryhenr/Z300309348,633470,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Cary, Henry Francis, 1772-1844",1772.0,SONNET VII. To Mrs. Charlotte Smith.,1802,14,Sonnets and Odes (1788),"&indent;Wilt wander oft the woodland shades among,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Sweet Poetess! who at still close of day Wilt wander oft the woodland shades among, Pouring thine unpremeditated sung, Soft as the nightingale's melodious lay, Warbling her wild note from some neighbouring spray; Who on the huddling brook, that toils along, Wilt often cast a wistful eye, while throng In glancing memory's reflective ray The thoughts of, ah! full many and happier scene, Now fled alas! and to return no more; Should the gay Muse thy troubles sooth awhile, Or ease one lonely hour -- she not in vain Tunes the rude shell, if thou regardest the lore, Kind recompense for all her simple toil." english/bampfyld/Z200267825,538220,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Bampfylde, John, 1754-1797",1754.0,SONNET XIII. On a Frightful Dream.,1784,14,Sixteen Sonnets (1778),"&indent;The cursed Merlin, with his potent spell,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"This Morn ere yet had rung the matin peal, The cursed Merlin, with his potent spell, Aggriev'd me soar, and from his vizard cell, (First fixing on mine eyes a magic seal) Millions of ghosts and shadowy shapes let steal; Who, swarming round my couch, with horrid yell, Chatter'd and moe'd, as though from deepest Hell They had escaped. -- I oft, with fervent zeal, Essay'd, and prayer, to mar that' Enchanter's Pow'r. In vain; for thicker still the crew came on, And now had weighed me down, but that the Day Appear'd, and Phebus, from his Eastern Tower, With new-trick'd beam, Like Truth immortal, shone, And chaced the visionary forms away." english/rawnsley/Z200472379,120098,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,LVIII. CHAR FISHERS.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),"Then, forwards bent, the fishing brothers stand,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Home to the shore they row in circling line, Then, forward bent, the fishing brother's stand, With draw on draw and backward-swinging hand, Their hopeful faces earnest to divine The silver treasures of the liquid mine. Hark to the thrum! how bright against the land The Rainbow leaps from off the tightening band! Now full of pearl the dripping meshes shine; Nor long delay, and lo, the darkened hold Is quick with gasping coralline and gold, And out afresh, in circles from the shore, The gray boat plies in hungry search for more: Enough of gain to urge it to the spoil, Enough of loss to bid to further toil." english/hemansfe/Z300391851,708034,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne, 1793-1835",1793.0,I.—THE SACRED HARP.,1823,14,The Works (1839),"&indent;That old victorious tone of prophet‐years,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"How shall the harp of poesy regain That old victorious tone of prophet-years, A spell divine over guilt's perturbing fears, And all the hovering shadows of the brain? Dark evil wings took flight before the strain, And showers of holy quiet, with its fall, Sank on the soul. Oh! who may now recall The mighty music's consecrated reign? Spirit of God! whose glory once overhung A throne, the ark's dread cherubin between, So let thy presence brood, though now unseen, O'er those two powers by whom the harp is strung, Feeling and Thought! till the rekindled chords Give the long-buried tone back to immortal words." english/rawnsley/Z300472859,356925,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Father Damien.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),&indent;A leper's grave upon a leprous strand,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"No golden dome shines over Damien's sleep; A leper's grave upon a leprous strand Where hope is dead, and hand must shrink from hand Where cataracts wail towards a moaning deep, And frowning purple cliffs in mercy keep All wholesome life at distance, hath God planned For him who led his saintly hero band, And died a shepherd of Christ's exiled sheep. O'er Damien's dust the broad skies bend for dome, Stars burn for golden letters, and the sea Shall roll perpetual anthem round his rest; For Damien made the charnelhouse life's home, Matched love with death: and Damien's name shall be A glorious benediction world-possessed." english/strongch/Z200499079,898464,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Strong, Charles, 1785-1864",1785.0,L.,1815,14,Sonnets (1862),Did Pilgrim hail with such intense delight,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Oh never, Lady, in the desert plain Did Pilgrim hail with such intense delight Green shade and fountain cool, as I the sighed Of one whose friendship was my earliest gain: Blooming I left thee, 'mid the virgin train, Like some fair rose on stem of graceful height, Whose beauty's open to the flattering light Of golden morn, and skies without a stain. Alas! not mine alone the saddened brow; Thine too with sorrow's cloud is overcast, And eyes that beamed with joy, are tearful now: Ah! let us hope that every storm is passed, That voyaging abreast with gentle prow, We may the peaceful haven reach at last." english/rawnsley/Z200472467,867557,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,THE WISSEFLUH ON THE VITZNAU‐STOCK,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;&indent;The sun shines round us golden all the day,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"The dark falls on us, blessed by every star, The sun shines round us golden all the day, Care climbs not hither, grief must ever stay Below us in the woods, where song-birds are Melodious ministrants; the Bells' from far Bring from the depths the least faint found to say That man, almost too happy, still must prey. Here, where each cloud would seem and angel's car To wing our thoughts to Heaven. Here we sleep Lulled by the tinkling herds, and waked at morn By some far jodel from a sister height; All day we hear the mountain shepherd's horn, And when the merry cricket fails we keep With sung and dance the shepherd's festal night." english/rawnsley/Z200472601,412906,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,ALPINE ANEMONE‐SEED LEYSIN,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;&indent;Unhood themselves and break to sudden flower,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"In latest June, when giant gentians bold Unhood themselves and break to sudden flower, Manning the galleries of each sturdy tower With saffron-starry shields and spikes of gold, I wandering found a wonder to behold, A tufted thing that wove a silken bower For fairies, frightened by a summer shower, Or tender sprites that feared the dewy cold. Anon it seemed a humming-bird's soft nest, Anon a living seaflower, such as grow In tropic waters when the waves are still; I knew not, in its silken seed-coat dressed, The May's most lovely daughter of the hill, The windflower with its petals white as snow." english/mantrich/Z300425183,178068,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,LXXII. GOD'S JUDGMENTS DENOUNCED AGAINST SINNERS IN THE COMMINATION.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),"&indent;Her sons, tho' mark'd by many a crimson spot,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"No! deem it not the Church could ever pursue Her sons, though' marked by many a crimson spot, With prayer or wish for evil! Deem it not She bids thee ever such prayer or wish renew! But well she knows that holy, just, and true Are God's commands and menaces; and what His word proclaims the wilful sinner's lot, She knows, and owns, and bids thee own it due. ""Cursed is the man who spurns Jehovah's will."" Doubt'st thou the sentence? Does it aught declare Which is not? aught which He shall not fulfil? Confess the truth: prey God his flock to spare: And, warned thyself, and heedful of the ill, Of sin, and sin's appointed doom, beware!" american/am0092/Z200146110,550999,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Seeger, Alan, 1886-1916",1886.0,SONNET X,1916,14,Poems (1917),"A lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"I have sought Happiness, but it has been A lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit, And tasted Pleasure, but it was a fruit More fair of outward hue than sweet within. Renouncing both, a flake in the ferment Of battling hosts that conquer or recoil, There only, chastened by fatigue and toil, I knew what came the nearest to content. For there at least my troubled flesh was free From the gadfly Desire that plagued it so; Discord and Strife were what I used to know, Heartaches, deception, murderous jealousy; By War transported far from all of these, Amid the clash of arms I was at peace." american/am0064/Z300145316,836709,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Humphreys, David, 1752-1818",1752.0,SONNET VIII. ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.,1782,14,The miscellaneous works (1804),"Leave that low tenement, and roam abroad;",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"My Heav'n-born soul! by body unconfined, Leave that low tenement, and rome abroad; Forestall the time, when, left each clog behind, Thy flight shall mount where never mortal trod. Ev'n now, methinks, upborne in tranced dreams, The disencumbered essence tries its wings; Sees better planets, basks in brighter beams, To purer sighed mysterious symbols brings, Of unconceived, unutterable things. Though dust returned to dust the worms devour, Thee, can dread death annihilate or bind? There, king of terrors! stops thy dreaded power; The bright assurgent from all dross refined, High over that' immense of space regains the world of mind." english/rawnsley/Z200472688,203578,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,X. HOME FROM THE EAST. AMONG THE DRIGG SAND‐HILLS.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Among the sand‐built dunes of Cumbria's coast,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Who gives his fancy reins to wander free Among the sand-built dunes of Cumbria's coast, Again may follow Israel's flying host By Pihahiroth's sedges and the sea; Or, wrapped in recollection's dream, may be Where Negeb's plain to waves of sand is tossed, And hear, by Gaza's ruin -- well-nigh lost Beneath the drifts of desert -- God's decree. He tracks the moon-foot camel in the sand, Hunt's in the rushes for the bustling quails, Then tops the bank, and views with glad surprise, O'er Wastdale's plain the brown-backed Screes arise, With Scaw, blue guardian of the sister vales, -- And this is home, and this is Cumberland." english/wordswwi/Z400543519,844311,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXVII. IMAGINATIVE REGRETS.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),From Sages justly honoured by mankind;,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Deep is the lamentation! Not alone From Sages justly honoured by mankind; But from the ghostly tenants of the wind, Demons and Spirits, many a dolorous groan Issues for that dominion overthrown: Proud Tiber grieves, and far-off Ganges, blind As his own worshippers: and Nile, reclined Upon his monstrous urn, the farewell moan Renews. Through every forest, cave, and den, Where frauds were hatched of old, hath sorrow passed -- Hangs over the Arabian Prophet's native Waste, Where once his airy helpers schemed and planned 'Mid spectral Lake's bemocking thirsty men, And stalking pillars built of fiery sand." english/miltonjo/Z300437811,198447,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Milton, John, 1608-1674",1608.0,XI.,1638,14,Poems Upon Several Occasions (1673),"&indent;And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile;",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"A Book was was writ of late called Tetrachordon; And woven close, both matter, from and style; The Subject new: it walked the Town a while, Numbring good intellects; now seldom pored on. Cries the stall-reader, bless us! what a word on A title page is this! and some in file Stand spelling falls, while one might walk to Mile- End Green. Why is it harder Sirs then Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those rugged names to our Like mouths grow sleek That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, Like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not Learning worse then Toad or Asp; When thou taughtest Cambridge, and King Edward Greek." c20-english/ep20029/Z200595266,455576,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Owen, Wilfred, 1893-1918",1893.0,SONNET,1923,14,,Three colours have I known the Deep to wear;,,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Three colours have I known the Deep to wear; 'Tis well today that Purple grandeurs gloom, Veiling the Emerald sheen and Sky-blue glare. Well, too, that lowly-brooding clouds now loom In sable majesty around, fringed fair With ermine-white of surf: to me they bear Watery memorials of His mystic doom Whose Name was writ in Water (says his tomb). Eternally may sad waves wail his death, Choke in their grief 'amongst rocks where he has lain, Or heave in silence, yearning with hushed breath, While mournfully trail the slow-moved mists and rain, And softly the small drops slide from weeping trees, Quivering in anguish to the sobbing breeze." english/robinmar/Z300475827,594308,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET XXXVII.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"&indent;This with'ring heart, this faded form shall sleep:",y,,1750-1800,"When, in the gloomy mansion of the dead, This withering heart, this faded from shall sleep: When these found eyes at length shall cease to weep, And earth's cold lap receive this feverish head; Envy shall turn away, a tear to shed, And time's obliterating pinions sweep The spot, where poets shall their vigils keep, To mourn and wander near my freezing bed! Then, my pale ghost, upon that' Elysian shore, Shall smile, released from every mortal care; While, doomed love's victim to repine no more, My breast shall bath in endless rapture there! Ah! no! my restless shade would still deplore, Nor taste that bliss, which Phaon did not share." english/tighemar/Z200511007,281154,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Tighe, Mary, 1772-1810",1772.0,SONNET. [When glowing Phœbus quits the weeping earth],1802,14,Psyche (1811),&indent;What splendid visions rise upon the sight!,y,,1750-1800,"When glowing Phœbus quits the weeping earth, What splendid visions rise upon the sighed! Fancy, with transient charms and colours bright, To changing forms in Heaven's gay scene gives birth: But soon the melting beauty's disappear, And fade Like those which in life's early bloom Hope bade me prize; and the approaching gloom, These tints of sadness, and these shades of fear, Resemble most that melancholy hour Which, with a silent and resistless power, Shrouded my joy's bright beam in shadowy night: Till Memory marks each scene which once shone gay; As the dark plains, beneath the Moon's soft light, Again revealed, reflect a mellowing ray." c20-english/ep20029/Z200595394,172684,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Owen, Wilfred, 1893-1918",1893.0,TO—,1923,14,,"Three rompers run together, hand in hand.",,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Three rompers run together, hand in hand. The middle boy stops short, the others hurtle: What bumps, what shrieks, what laughter turning turtle. Love, racing between us two, has planned A sudden mischief: shortly he will stand And we shall shock. We cannot help but fall; What matter? Why, it will not hurt at all, Our youth is supple, and the world is sand. Better our lips should bruise our eyes, than He, Rude Love, outrun our breath; you pant, and I, I cannot run much farther, mind that we Both laugh with Love; and having tumbled, try To go forever children, hand in hand. The sea is rising ... and the world is sand." english/sewardan/Z300482289,630440,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXXXVI. TO THE LAKE OF KILLARNEY.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Rival of all Britannia's Naiads boast,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Pride of Ierne's sea-encircled bound, Rival of all Britannia's Naiads boast, Magnificent Killarney! -- from thy coast Tho' mountains rise with noblest woods embrown'd; Tho' ten-voiced echoes send the cannon's found In thunders bursting the vast rocks around, Till startled wonder and delight exhaust In countless repercussion -- isles embossed Upon thy liquid glass; their bloomy veil Sorbus and arbutus; -- yet not for thee So keenly wakes our local ecstasy, As over the narrow, barren, silent dale, Where deeply sleeps, rude circling rocks among, The love-devoted fount enamoured Petrarch sung." english/mantrich/Z300425128,638147,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,XVII. THE CATHEDRAL.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),&indent;Which our forefathers built: whether the round,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Oft on the hallowed piles I love to gaze, Which our forefathers built: whither the round Deep arch, and massive pillars quaintly crowned, Of Norman grandeur; or, of homeborn praise, The lighter forms which graced Plantagenet's days, High-pointed vault, and shafts in clusters bound: Or where the trellised network richly wound O'er Tudor's roofs and low-browed portals strays. Gaze on them! They are worthy, and declare A brave munificence! Nor let thy heart Indulge the niggard thought, that aught is there Of vain profusion. Noble was the art, And nobly used, which gave their God to share From his own gifts a large and liberal part." american/am0925/Z200176677,858216,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Drake, Joseph Rodman, 1795-1820",1795.0,Sonnet,1825,14,"[Poems, in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1935)","And chilled with the world's ice? Then come with me,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Is thy heart weary of unfeeling men, And chilled with the world's ice? Then come with me, And I will bring thee to a pleasant glen Lovely and lonely. There we'll sit, unviewed By scoffing eye; and let our hearts beat free With their own mutual throb; for wild and rude The access is, and none will there intrude To poison our free thoughts and mar our solitude. Such scenes move not their feelings -- for they hold No fellowship with nature's loneliness. The frozen wave reflects not back the gold And crimson flushes of the sunset hour; The rock lies cold in sunshine -- not the power Of heaven's bright orb can cloth its barrenness." english/strongch/Z200499054,902550,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Strong, Charles, 1785-1864",1785.0,XXV.,1815,14,Sonnets (1862),"Where Tamar's waters spread their bosom wide,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Ye sacred Arks of Liberty! that float Where Tamar's waters spread their bosom wide, That seem, with towering stern and rampart side, Like antique castles girded with shining moat; Should War the signal give with brazen throat, No more recumbent here in idle pride, Your rapid prows would cleave the foaming tide, And to the nations speak with thundering note. Thus, in the firmament serene and deep, When summer clouds the earth are hanging over, And all their mighty masses seem asleep, To execute heaven's wrath and judgments soar, From their dark wombs the sudden lightnings leap, And vengeful thunders peal from shore to shore." modern/car2902/Z300134422,195329,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Scottish Japanese Print (1990),1950,14,,"Lighter and lighter, not eternity,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Lighter and lighter, not eternity, only a morning breaking on dark fields. The sleepers might almost throw back those shields, jump to stations as if golden pity could probe the grave, the beauty was so great in that silent slowly brightening place. No, it is the living who wait for grace, the hare, the fox, the farmer at the gate. And Glasgow's windows took the strong spring sun in the corner of a water-meadow, its towers shadowed by a pigeon's flight. Not daisy-high, children began to run Like tumbling jewels, as in old Yeddo, and with round eyes unwound their wild read kite." english/mantrich/Z300425172,638901,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,LXI. THE POOR BLIND MAN.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),"&indent;He has travell'd on, till on his patient head",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Dark were his eyes from childhood! Poor and blind He has traveled on, till on his patient head Their gathered frosts have fourscore winter's shed: But still God's word he hears, and in his mind, What can he more? digests; nor fails to find Each day of rest the churchward path unled, And share, whenever dispensed, the living bred, Pleas'd with God's bounty, to his rod resigned. Blind though he be, deem him not wholly so, Who knows the way of heavenly truth to scan! A day perchance may come, when thou shalt throw Thoughts of regret on life's exhausted span, Ah, blessed with sighed in vain! and long to know The soul's enlightening of that poor blind man!" english/rawnsley/Z200472555,724356,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,THE VISION OF KINGS ST. BEATENBERG,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;Filled with their purple dark the valleys under,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"The daylight fell, and vast o'ershadowings Filled with their purple dark the valleys under, When swift as thought Heaven's veil was rend asunder, And gave us vision of the mountain kings; Their thrones -- carved ivory, unsubstantial things, Such as men only dream of -- seemed a wonder Of palpitating fire, and gray with thunder A huge cloud boar them up on plumy wings. Then forth on Eiger's topmost peak out-stepped The full orbed moon, and swift away she drew Death-pale -- her envy could not brook the sighed, For while beneath her feet earth's darkness crept, These mountain kings in power and glory grew To stay the sun, and to delay the night." english/miscell2/Z300438877,632134,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET III. [O sprung from worthies, who with counsels wise]",1729,14,,"&indent;Adorn'd and strengthen'd great Elisa's throne,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"O sprung from worthies, who with counsels 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 H&wblank;'s cold ashes rest, Musing on joys with him long passed and gone, A pleasing sad remembrance fills my breast. -- Did the sharp pang we feel for friends deceased Unbated last, we must with anguish die; But nature bids its rigour should be eased By lenient time, and strong necessity: These calm the passion, and subdue the mind To bear appointed lot of human kind." american/am0338/Z300156958,468602,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Wilcox, Ella Wheeler, 1850-1919",1850.0,[XIV. Full many a roadway that we trod was rough],1880,14,Sonnets of sorrow and triumph [1918],"Full many a roadway that we trod was rough,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Full many a roadway that we trod was rough, And we met foul as well as sunny weather; Yet not one day did we find long enough Though three decades we journeyed on together. Even when shadows on our path were cast And when with care or grief we were sad-hearted, Too soon each sunset came, time fled too fast, And the dear nights of sleep too soon departed. Now all the moments move with leaden feet, The hours are weighted with their load of sorrow; And the once tender nights that were so fleet Stare through the dark, and dread the coming morrow. And at each laggard sunset now I say, ""Nearer Death's gate, thank God, by one more day!""" english/wordswwi/Z300543631,952025,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XXVI. THE DUNOLLY EAGLE.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"But when a storm, on sea or mountain bred,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew; But when a storm, on sea or mountain bred, Came and delivered him, alone he sped Into the castle-dungeon's darkest mew. Now, near his master's house in open view He dwells, and hears indignant tempests howl, Kennelled and chained. Ye tame domestic fowl, Beware of him! Thou, saucy cockatoo, Look to thy plumage and thy life! -- The roe, Fleet as the west wind, is for him no quarry; Balanced in either he will never tarry, Eyeing the sea's blue depths. Poor Bird! even so Doth man of brother man a creature make That clings to slavery for its own sad sake." english/rawnsley/Z200472690,362420,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"XII. THE DRUID STONE NEAR MILLBECK, SEASCALE.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"But thou, sole witness of a god unknown—",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Thy lips are dumb, thy sisters in the grave, But thou, sole witness of a God unknown -- Dercetis, Bel, or Dagon -- still dost own Possession of the secrets that we crave. To thee the fisher sought, and huntsman brave, When moorlands herd the horn at sunrise blown; By thee, when Mona's altar fires were shown, The lamp was lit that flashed on yonder wave. If Seascale's copse and oaks of Drigg have waned, And pearls no longer at thy feet are laid, From Esk and Duddon by the votary brought; Still to thy stone of help is reverence chained, With sense of lonely watching, and the thought Of silent faith -- here vows anew are made." english/bowlesca/Z200285240,982923,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Southey, Caroline Bowles, 1786-1854",1786.0,"SONNET.—1821. [Stay, flaming chariot! fiery coursers, stay]",1816,14,The Poetical Works (1867),"&indent;Soft gleams of setting sunshine, that doth cast",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Stay, flaming chariot! fiery coursers, stay, Soft gleams of setting sunshine, that does cast A lustrous line along the dark wide waste! Oh! wherefore must you fade so swift away? Wherefore, o! wherefore, at the close of day Shine out so glorious, when Night's sable pall Will drop around so soon, and cover all? Beautiful beam! bright traveller! stay, o, stay! And let my spirit on your parting ray Glide from this world of error, doubt, distress -- (Oh! I am weary of its emptiness) -- To happier world's, where there is peace for aye, Peace! less abiding here than Noah's dove, When we shall never part from those we love!" english/mantrich/Z300425175,229588,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,LXIV. DAILY PRAYERS.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),&indent;Believing God that he delights to dwell,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"A law there was, such law our father's knew, Believing God that he delights to dwell With his assembled Church! the parish bell Each morn and eve the gathered people drew God's word to hear, their daily vows renew. Such law their offspring we have bid farewell. Contents us now each week's return to tell Our wants to God, and tender homage due. Is it, our hearts the world's allurements fill? That ""itching ears"" less wholesome food require? That love and piety have waxed chill? -- Yet, when did zeal to loftier flights aspire? -- But not most deeply flows the noisiest rill; Nor crackling thorns bespeak the steadiest fire." english/smithcha/Z300489003,364281,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXXX. TO THE INVISIBLE MOON.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;And Melancholy's votaries that delight,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Dark and concealed art thou, soft Evening's Queen, And Melancholy's votaries that delight To watch thee, gliding through' the blue serene, Now vainly seek thee on the brow of night -- Mild Sorrow, such as Hope has not forsook, May love to muse beneath thy silent reign; But I prefer from some steep rock to look On the obscure and fluctuating main, What time the martial star with lurid glare, Portentous, gleams above the troubled deep; Or the read comet shakes his blazing hair; Or on the fire-tinged waves the lightnings leap; While thy fair beams illume another sky, And shine for beings less accursed than I." english/hemansfe/Z300391199,434760,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hemans, Felicia Dorothea Browne, 1793-1835",1793.0,SONNET. [Where nature's grand romantic charms invite],1823,14,Poems (1808),&indent;The glowing rapture of the soul refin'd;,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Where nature's grand romantic charms invite The glowing rapture of the soul refined; In scenes Like these the young poetic mind May court the dreams of fancy with delight; And dear to those by every muse inspired, The rural landscape, and the prospect fair; They love in mountain solitudes retired, To own illusions that may banish care. These gentle visions ever shall remain, To sooth the poet in his pensive hours; For him shall Fancy cull Piërian flowers, And strew her garlands over the path of pain: For him shall Memory shed her pensive ray, O'er the soft hours of life's enchanting May." english/wordswwi/Z300543188,973612,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,"XIV. SONNET IN THE PASS OF KILLICRANKY, An invasion being expected, October 1803.",1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayed",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Six thousand veterans practised in war's game, Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayed Against and equal host that wore the played, Shepherds and herdsmen. -- Like a whirlwind came The Highlanders, the slaughter spread Like flame; And Garry, thundering down his mountain-road, Was stopped, and could not breathe beneath the load Of the dead bodies. -- 'Twas a day of shame For them whom precept and the pedantry Of cold mechanic battle do enslave. O for a single hour of that Dundee, Who on that day the word of onset gave! Like conquest would the Men of England see; And her Foes find a Like inglorious grave." english/rawnsley/Z200472497,146712,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,ISOLA‐BELLA,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;&indent;Grottoes for nymphs to hide in, with pretence",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Intricate marbles, ceilings lined with gold, Grottoes for nymphs to hide in, with pretence Of far sea murmur; man's omnipotence Over the fiercer bruit, in colours scrolled On tapestries; great terraces that hold Groves on their shoulders; here magnificence Breathes from the earth, and over all is sense Of some enchanter's magic manifold. And we who, coasting by the gardens, feel Fragrance of tropic flowers towards us fanned From orange-fruited walls above the tide, Almost forgive the men who on their seal Engraved 'Humility,' but stamped their pride Upon this marvellous isle in fairyland." english/wartont2/Z200521502,475899,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Warton, Thomas, 1728-1790",1728.0,SONNET IV. WRITTEN AT STONEHENGE.,1758,14,The Poetical Works (1802),"Whether by Merlin's aid from Scythia's shore,",y,Ode,1700-1750,"Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle! Whether by Merlin's aid from Scythia's shore, To Amber's fatal plain Pendragon boar, Huge frame of giant-hands, the mighty pile, T'entomb his Britons slave by Hengist's guile: Or Druid priests, sprinkled with human gore, Taught mid thy massy maze their mystic lore: Or Danish chiefs, enriched with savage spoil, To Victory's idol vast, and unhewn shrine, Rear'd the rude heap: or, in thy hallowed round, Repose the kings of Brutus' genuine line; Or here those kings in solemn state were crowned: Studious to trace thy wondrous origine, We muse on many and ancient tale renowned." english/wordswwi/Z400543084,713533,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,"XXXV. [‘Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind]",1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),"‘Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays;",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"'Weak is the will of Man, his judgement blind; 'Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays; 'Heavy is woe; -- and joy, for humankind, 'A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze! Thus might he paint our lot of mortal days Who wants the glorious faculty assigned To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind, And colour life's dark cloud with orient rays. Imagination is that sacred power, Imagination lofty and refined: 'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind." english/doubleda/Z300341020,885130,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Doubleday, Thomas, 1790-1870",1790.0,XXVIII.,1820,14,Sonnets and Poems (1818),&indent;Caws lazily this summer afternoon;,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Far off the rook, tired by the midday beam, Caws lazily this summer afternoon; The butterflies, with wandering up and down O'er flower-bright marsh and meadow, wearied seem; With vacant gaze, lost in a waking dream, We, listless, on the busy insects poor, In rapid dance uncertain, darting over The smooth-spread surface of the tepid stream; The air is slothful, and will scarce convey Soft sounds of idle waters to the ear; In brightly-dim obscurity appear The distant hills which skirt the landscape gay; While restless fancy owns that' unnerving sway In visions often changed, but nothing clear." english/mantrich/Z300425213,589929,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,CII. THE CHURCH'S PARISH MINISTERS.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),"&indent;Loved Church, it binds affection's chords to see,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Still, as I turn thy monumental page, Loved Church, it binds affection's chords to see, Not less in virtue, though of less degree, Thy Worthies of the humble parsonage, Thy Hookers, Herberts, of a simpler age: How mid their charge, from worldly follies free, They ""ate their bred in peace and privacy,"" Rich in true wealth, in solid wisdom sage. Hark, as in thought I trace each hallowed ground, Soft whispers greet me from the sainted dead: ""Stewards of Christ, and on his service bound, To train his flock for heaven, we hither fled; Here sought our bliss; and here through mercy found, That bliss still harboured, where his service led." english/rawnsley/Z200472514,401179,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,A STORM ON MONTE GENEROSO,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;&indent;Below, the villages from steep to steep",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Through fragrant beechen groves we speed our way; Below, the villages from steep to steep Crowd round their churches close, Like flocks of sheep Huddled about their shepherd's in dismay; The Lombard plain's great level -- blue and gray, Through which the coiling rivers gleam and sweep Like a sun-smitten, sail-flecked, shadowy deep -- Rolls into distance, with a vast inlay Of towns and towers unnumbered; furthest seen, A snowy bar of never-melting cloud, Born high on purple wings, the mountains stand, And sudden from the peaks of Oberland To Piedmont's nearest spur of misty green Fierce lightnings flash, the thunder peals aloud." english/montgoja/Z300443696,142304,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Montgomery, James, 1771-1854",1771.0,SONNET. FROM THE ITALIAN OF GIOVAMBATTISTA ZAPPI. ON JUDITH RETURNING TO BETHULIA WITH THE HEAD OF HOLOFERNES IN HER HAND.,1801,14,The Poetical works (1850),&indent;Nor of the woman in that act was seen,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"She held the head all-horrible with gore; Nor of the woman in that act was seen Aught save the' alluring locks and beauteous mien: ""Hail, heroine, hail!"" all voices cried before. At the glad news, the damsels came with speed; Some kissed her feet and some her garment's hem, None her right-hand, for terrible to them Was the remembrance of that fatal deed. A hundred prophets sang the matron's fame; ""Fly round the world, thine everlasting name! The sun through all his march shall tell thy story."" Great from that dread achievement though she rose, Greater she stood at this triumphant close, For she was humble in the height of glory." english/sothebyw/Z300493929,653266,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Sotheby, William, 1757-1833",1757.0,SONNET XI. ON CASTLE DINAS BRAN.,1787,14,Poems: consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales (1790),"The blue mists borne on the autumnal gale,",y,,1750-1800,"When rising slow from Deva's vizard stream, The blue mists born on the autumnal gale, Cloud the deep windings of Llangollen's vale, And the high cliff glows with day's latest gleam; Dinas, while on thy brow in pensive dream Reclin'd, no sounds of earth my ear assail, I bid the ancient chiefs of Britain hail. Spirits! who oft beneath the nightly beam Strike the bossed shield, or blow the martial horn; Or mournful on the castle's wreck forlorn, Sighs to the sorrows of the Druid's lyre: O let me join the visionary choir! That I may hear the tales of former times, And drink with ear devout the bard's historic rhymes." english/rawnsley/Z200472338,35222,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XVII. STOCK GHYLL BARRED. A Protest.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),In liquid drops the steamy vapour fell;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"The gift of God -- our earth more cool was grown, In liquid drops the steamy vapour fell; Long ages after, by a Syrian well, In those same words a deeper truth was known. The water-bearer to the Arab town Cries the same truth, and gives but will not fell. Before this streamlet, in and English dell, Dare I the free continuous gift disown? ""God's gift to all"" -- shall craven men allow Desire of pelf and individual greed To bar the gate and ask a sordid fee, To tax the wondering eye that comes to see, Take mean advantage of a brother's needs, And claim a toll for Nature's public show?" c20-english/car2902/Z300134393,970300,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Poe in Glasgow (1990),1950,14,,The sun beat on the Moby‐Dick‐browed boy.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The sun beat on the Moby-Dick-browed boy. It was a day to haunt the Broomielaw. The smell of tar, the slap of water, draw his heart out from the wharf in awe and joy. Oh, not Virginia, not Liverpool -- and not the Isle of Dogs or Greenwich Reach -- but something through the masts -- a blue -- a beach -- and inland gorge of rivers green and cool. 'Wake up!' a sailor coiled with bright rope cried and almost knocked him off his feet, making towards his ship. 'You want to serve your time as cabin-boy's assistant, eh?' The ride and creak of wood comes home, testing, shaking. 'Where to?' He laughed. 'To Arnheim, boy, Arnheim!'" english/sewardan/Z300482273,68747,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,"SONNET LXX. TO A YOUNG LADY IN AFFLICTION, WHO FANCIED SHE SHOULD NEVER MORE BE HAPPY.",1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;In youth, the wounds of sorrow.—O! survey",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Yes, thou shalt smile again! -- Time always heals In youth, the wounds of sorrow. -- O! survey Yon now subsided deep, through' night a prey To warring winds, and to their furious peals Surging tumultuous! -- yet, as in dismay, The settling billows tremble. -- Morning steals Grey on the rocks; -- and soon, to pour the day From the streaked east, the radiant orb unveils In all his pride of light. -- Thus shall the glow Of beauty, health, and hope, by soft degrees Spread over thy breast; disperse these storms of woe; Wake, with sweet pleasure's sense, the wish to please, Till from those eyes the wonted lustres flow, Bright as the sun on calmed and crystal seas." english/rawnsley/Z200472252,275572,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,The Millenary of Alfred the King,1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;Friend of the widow, orphan, and the poor,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Thou ""famous, warlike, and victorious king,"" Friend of the widow, orphan, and the poor, Who shut out self and opened wide the door To justice, temperance, peace, long-suffering: By thee men herd the Saxon poets sing, By thee, our England's comfort, even the boor Learned that his life had other ills to cure Than hardship's ache or pain that sorrows bring. But most, thou son of Ethelwulf, to thee On spear-side and on spindle-side, we owe The debt for having made a king's estate Royal by love and pure simplicity, Strong by sure faith and wisdom without show, Truth-teller, Alfred, Greatest of our Great." english/rawnsley/Z200472363,836856,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XLII. LOW‐WOOD At Evening.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),To clasp the evening Lake in tender charge;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When Bowfell fades, and Blisco's Pike grows dim, And thy twin sisters, Loughrigg, loom up large To clasp the evening Lake in tender charge; The lovers' skiff, for all it lightly skim, Stirs the dusk edge of Wansfell's mirrored rim, And sets the Fir trees dancing: then the barge Moves weary to its anchor at the marge, And all the waters tremble brim to brim. But ere the tiny breakers cease to beat, And woods and fields reflected turn to rest, I hear a lengthening found of wheels and feet Break and pause, wave-like, bringing home the guest, Where, Like a hull upon a seaward tide, The Low-wood Hostel twinkles, Argus-eyed." english/keatsjoh/Z200408048,947400,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Keats, John, 1795-1821",1795.0,SONNET TO AILSA ROCK,1825,14,The Poetical Works (1906),"&indent;Give answer from thy voice, the sea‐fowls' screams!",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! Give answer from thy voice, the sea-fowls' screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? When, from the sun, was thy broad forehead hid? How long is't since the mighty power bid Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams? Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunbeams, Or when gray clouds are thy cold coverlid. Thou answerest not; for thou art dead asleep; Thy life is but two dead eternities -- The last in air, the former in the deep; First with the whale's, last with the eagle-skies -- Drown'd wast thou till and earthquake made thee steep, Another cannot wake thy giant size." english/rawnsley/Z200472554,905196,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"HÔTEL DE LA POSTE, 1890 ST. BEATENBERG",1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;And fenced from all the northern winds that blow,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"High perched among the chalets on the steep, And fenced from all the northern winds that blow, It seemed high heaven's tranquillity to know, To feel the calm of emerald waters deep, And breathe the dark fir-forests' fragrant sleep; In front, those three great giant kings of snow Sat throned, until for robes of roseate glow Night gave them starry diadems to keep. At morn the goat-bells woke the house with cheer, At noon the crickets chirped with merry mind, While old men rested in the bowery shade; There was no hostel all the upland near That seemed so well for weary mortals made, So happy, simplehearted, homely, kind." english/huntjame/Z200402475,295866,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hunt, Leigh, 1784-1859",1784.0,ON A LOCK OF MILTON'S HAIR.,1814,14,The Poetical works (1860),"&indent;Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head I stood in honoured pride, Talking of lovely things that conquer death. Perhaps he pressed it once, or underneath Ran his fine fingers, when he leaned, blank-eyed, And saw, in fancy, Adam and his bride With their rich locks, or his own Delphic wreathe. There seems a love in hair, though it be dead. It is the gentlest, yet the strongest thread Of our frail plant, -- a blossom from the tree Surviving the proud trunk; -- as though it said Patience and Gentleness is Power. In me Behold affectionate eternity." english/mantrich/Z200425078,911303,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,HEAVEN.,1806,14,The Happiness of the Blessed (1837),"The pleasant garden, and the crystal stream,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"The pleasant garden, and the crystal stream, The tree of life which bears on every bough Fruits fit for joy or healing; on the brow, Of glorious gold a living diadem; The thrones which blaze with many a radiant gem; The branching palms; the raiment white as snow: Are these the joys that heaven's abodes bestow? Or may they rather earth-formed figures seem Of heavenly bliss? -- To me it matters not, If I but reach the mark, whatever the prize Of God's high calling. Be content that what Is told, is told us by the only Wise: And blessed, supremely blessed, must be the lot, Which Christ hath purchased, and which God supplies." english/rawnsley/Z200472444,727227,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,SONNET PREFATORY TO JOHN RUSKIN,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"There was no snow on Coniston Old Man,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"There was no snow on Coniston Old Man, Nor couched the Langdale Lions grizzled-gray, It seemed the winter had not come that way, And endless spring the golden age began. And you, for whom this earth's allotted span, The fourscore summer's of our mortal day, Had dawned -- you herd at Brantwood voices say, 'Strong run your founts of thought as first they ran.' O joyful healer of dull labour's hours! O brave revealer of dark mammon's sin! O sure, swift feeler for our people's woe! We bring the laurel chaplet and the flowers, Such crown as angel ministers may win, To utter something of the debt we owe." english/rawnsley/Z300472741,921796,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XVI. ROSEBERRY TOPPING. (OSNABURGH OR WODENSBURGH.),1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Sat Odin, when the Northmen hither roved",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Since high enthroned on Ida's fateful plain Sat Odin, when the Northmen hither roved They chosen this throne-like hill for him they loved, -- Here over Valhalla should the great God reign; Hard by ran Mimir's fountain, whither, fain To know if Heimdal's warning could be proved, When Asgard trembled and the earth was moved By Ragnarök, went Odin, but in vain. Fountain of sorrow, hilltop dark with fate, The cloud pavilions reared upon thine height, The stars that tremble over thee, speak of woe; Yet this of solace have we, that we know Neither the day we shall be desolate, Nor that dread hour when over us falls the night." english/lloydcha/Z300416768,437924,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lloyd, Charles, 1775-1839",1775.0,SONNET XLVII. ['Twere like a dear lov'd long lost friend regain'd],1805,14,Nugæ Canoræ (1819),"&indent;When least expected, in thy solitude",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"'It Like a dear loved long lost friend regained When least expected, in thy solitude To hear a voice which fits thy pensive mood: Men of the world, who joy's full cup have drained, Repress the sneer; nor selfishly arraigned, Miscall each sentiment not understood: There are, Like me, who life's gay scenes have viewed, In sorrow's discipline too early trained. How oft have arid thought, and black despair, Which, numbed by sorrow's iron guardian pride, Would never yield to grief personified, -- Seduced to tears -- that long congealed had dwelled In cold repression, thus been mollified, When plaintive numbers breathed emotions felt." english/wordswwi/Z400543142,283013,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850",1770.0,XVIII. TO ROTHA Q&wblank;.,1800,14,The Poetical Works (1849–1850),When at the sacred font for thee I stood;,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was gray When at the sacred font for thee I stood; Pledged till thou reach the verge of womanhood, And shalt become thy own sufficient stay: Too late, I feel, sweet Orphan! was the day For steadfast hope the contract to fulfil; Yet shall my blessing hover over thee still, Embodied in the music of this Lay, Breathed forth beside the peaceful mountain Stream Whose murmur soothed thy languid Mother's ear After her throes, this Stream of name more dear Since thou dost bear it, -- a memorial theme For others; for thy future self, a spell To summon fancies out of Time's dark cell." english/robinmar/Z300475814,907649,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET XXIV.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),&indent;Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night!,y,,1750-1800,"O thou! meek orb! that stealing over the dale, Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the smooth lake diffusing silvery light, Sublimely still, and beautifully pale! What can thy cool and placid eye avail, Where fierce despair absorbs the mental sighed, While inbred glooms the vagrant thoughts invite, To tempt the gulf where howling fiends assail? O, night! all nature owns thy tempered power; Thy solemn pause, thy dews, thy pensive beam; Thy sweet breath whispering in the moonlight bower, While fainting flowerets kiss the wandering stream! Yet, vain is every charm! and vain the hour, That brings to maddening love, no soothing dream!" english/mitfordm/Z300442143,66144,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mitford, Mary Russell, 1787-1855",1787.0,XII. ON TWO OF MR. HOFLAND'S LANDSCAPES.,1817,14,"Dramatic Scenes, Sonnets, and Other Poems (1827)",A mighty power is in that roaring main,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"A mighty power is in that roaring main Broken into huge and foamy waves, which knock Against yond mass of battlemented rock Dark with storm-laden cloud, and wind-tossed rain. A lovely power is in that sunny plain Where in their beauty the clear waters sleep, Fringed in by tender grass, or idly creep Where the close tufted banks their course restrain. Oh Painter of the elements! to thee Alike the gentle or tempestuous hour: The throes and heavings of the wintery sea, Whilst earth, and sky, and storm, and darkness, lour: Or the sweet sunshine brooding peacefully O'er wandering rivulet and summer bower." english/rawnsley/Z300472779,173191,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XXI. THE WHITBY BELLS.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Above the town, above the harbour boats,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"With those four sermons sounding in the air, Above the town, above the harbour boats, No needs of prophets in their leathern coats, No work for priest in linen fine and fair. One cries, ""Learn justice, have a reverend care For things divine;"" one, ""Jesus, speed our notes;"" From one, ""Praise Heaven! On earth be peace!"" down floats To those who climb the church's rocky stair. Ring out, old Bells'! and add the fourth stern chime Above a restless river, restless sea: Till men praise Heaven peace cannot come to earth, Of reverence only justice can have birth, With Christ alone your speed will progress be -- Christ only speed, if men repent in time." american/am0023/Z300142481,708650,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Kilmer, Joyce, 1886-1918",1886.0,THE APARTMENT HOUSE,1916,14,"[Poems, in] Joyce Kilmer [1918]",&indent;The great stone box is cruelly displayed.,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Severe against the pleasant arc of sky The great stone box is cruelly displayed. The street becomes more dreary from its shade, And vagrant breezes touch its walls and die. Here sullen convicts in their chains might lie, Or slaves toil dumbly at some dreary trade. How worse than folly is their labour made Who cleft the rocks that this might rise on high! Yet, as I look, I see a woman's face Gleam from a window far above the street. This is a house of homes, a sacred place, By human passion made divinely sweet. How all the building thrills with sudden grace Beneath the magic of Love's golden feet!" english/polwhele/Z300463018,223240,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Polwhele, Richard, 1760-1838",1760.0,"SONNET the TWELFTH. [Say, favorite Shades, beneath whose laurel Vest]",1790,14,Poems [1791],"&indent;&indent;The wild Rose blushes, and pale Woodbines flaunt—",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Say, favourite Shades, beneath whose laurel Vest The wild Rose blushes, and pale Woodbines flaunt -- Say, why no longer vocal, though' the Haunt Erewhile, of many a little warbling Guest; Where musing oft, my charmed Ear was wont (As peeped the callow Finches from their Nest) To listen to the Parent's Song, and rest On each sweet Trill, and bid vain Care avaunt -- Ah! while no more the gold-tinged Artist weaves His mossy Fabric with assiduous Bill; Tho' round the rich Luxuriance of the Leaves And Flowers, the Breeze with lavish Odors fill -- Ah, for such artless Music, Fancy heaves Full many a Sighs, amid a Pause so still!" english/lambchar/Z200411063,10390,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Lamb, Charles, 1775-1834",1775.0,V. [When last I roved these winding wood‐walks green],1805,14,The Poetical works (1836),"Green winding walks, and shady pathways sweet,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"When last I roved these winding wood-walks green, Green winding walks, and shady pathways sweet, Ofttimes would Anna seek the silent scene, Shrouding her beauty's in the lone retreat. No more I hear her footsteps in the shade: Her image only in these pleasant ways Meets me self-wandering, where in happier days I held free converse with the fairhaired maid. I passed the little cottage which she loved, The cottage which did once my all contain; It spoke of days which never must come again, Spake to my heart, and much my heart was moved. ""Now fair befall thee, gentle maid!"" I said, And from the cottage turned me with a sighs." english/bampfyld/Z200267821,114113,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Bampfylde, John, 1754-1797",1754.0,"SONNET IX. On hearing the Torture was suppressed throughout the Austrian dominions, in consequence of Beccaria's Treatise on Crimes and Punishments.",1784,14,Sixteen Sonnets (1778),"&indent;Whose labours reach'd the horrors of the Cell,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Hail to the Sage divine of Milan's plains! Whose labours reached the horrors of the Cell, Brought Mercy down from Heav'n with Man to dwell, And curbed the biting laws, and checked the reins Of Justice too severe -- and, lo! the chains, At thy command, from off the convict fell, The Wheel appeared no more, nor Scaffold Bell Bade him prepare for more than mortal pains. Oh! may thy voice pervade the nations round, And Monarchs of their Subject's woes remind; So shall thy praise over earth and seas resound, Nor shall thy own Italia boast a name To be compared with thine in future fame, So loved by all the Good, so dear to Human Kind." english/clarejoh/Z300313223,657325,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Clare, John, 1793-1864",1793.0,A COPSE IN WINTER,1823,14,The Early Poems (1989),Shades tho yere leafless save the bramble spear,y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Shades though year leafless save the bramble spear Whose weather beaten leaves of purple stain In hardy stubborness cling all the year To their old thorns till spring buds new again Shades still I love you better then the plain For here I find the earliest flowers that blow While on the bore blea bank does yet remain Old winter's traces little heaps of snow Beneath your ashen roots primroses grow From dead grass tufts & matted moss once more Sweet beds of vi'lets dare again be seen In their deep purple pride & sweet displayed The crow flowers creeping from the naked green Adds early beautys to thy sheltering shade" english/russellt/Z300480014,558315,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Russell, Thomas, 1762-1788",1762.0,SONNET XIII. Suppos'd to be written at Lemnos.,1792,14,Sonnets and Miscellaneous Poems (1789),"&indent;The cautious pilot, ten revolving years",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"On this lone Isle, whose rugged rocks affright The cautious pilot, ten revolving years Great Pæan's Son, unwonted erst to tears, Wept over his wound: alike each rolling light Of heaven he watched, and blamed it's lingering flight, By day the sea-mew screaming round his cave Drove slumber from his eyes, the chiding wave, And savage howlings chased his dreams by night. Hope still was his: in each low breeze, that sighed Thro' his rude grot, he herd a coming oar, In each white cloud a coming sail he spied; Nor seldom listened to the fancied rear Of Oeta's torrents, or the hoarser tide That parts famed Trachis from that' Euboic shore." english/robinmar/Z300475813,972682,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800",1758.0,SONNET XXIII.,1788,14,The Poetical Works (1806),&indent;False youth! can other charms attractive prove?,y,,1750-1800,"To Ætna's scorching sands my Phaon flies! False youth! can other charms attractive prove? Say, can Sicilian loves thy passion move, Play round thy heart, and fix thy fickle eyes, While in despair the Lesbian Sappho die? Has spring for thee a crown of poppies wove, Or dost thou languish in that' Idalian grove, Whose altar kindles, fanned by lovers' sighs? Ah! think, that while on Ætna's shores you stray, A fire, more fierce than Ætna's, fills my breast; Nor deck Sicilian nymphs with garlands gay, While Sappho's brows with cypress wreaths are dressed; Let one kind word my weary woes repay, Or, in eternal slumbers bid them rest." english/sbtomkin/Z300493096,4397,,English Poetry,"Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623",1623.0,FIFT SONNET Ex Psal. 102.,1653,14,,&indent;Hide not thy Face for euer in thine Anger:,y,,1600-1650,"Harken O Lord unto mine humble Playnings, Hide not thy Face for ever in thine Anger: My Days do vade as Smoak, my heart in Langor, Hyes (Flyes) to thee: why Shu'nst thou my Complaynings? Friends have I none; now from me All are flying: In stead of Bread I have been fed with Ashes, My Drinck my Tears; while I have felt the Lashes Of thy fierce Wrath, for all mine often Crying. All Kings and Nati'ons shall admire thy Glory, When thou, the Sighs of humble Souls attendest; It shall be Writ in and Eternal Story. Ah! Leave me not, Thou, thou that All Defendest, That madest All (Heau'n, Earth, and Ocean hoary) That never didst Begin, and never Endest." english/colerhar/Z400316560,4580,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Coleridge, Hartley, 1796-1849",1796.0,TO A DEAF AND DUMB LITTLE GIRL.,1826,14,Poems (1851),"Unconscious floating on the fickle sea,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Like a lose island on the wide expanse, Unconscious floating on the fickle sea, Herself her all, she lives in privacy; Her waking life as lovely as a trance, Doomed to behold the universal dance, And never hear the music which expounds The solemn step, coy slide, the merry bounds, The vague, mute language of the countenance. In vain for her I smooth my antic rhyme; She cannot hear it, all her little being Concentred in her solitary seeing -- What can she know of beaut[eous] or sublime? And yet methinks she looks so calm and good, God must be with her in her solitude." english/mantrich/Z200425029,268281,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mant, Richard, 1776-1848",1776.0,TO E. M.,1806,14,The Gospel Miracles (1832),"&indent;Accept, a husband's gift, beloved wife!",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"This little book, meet inmate of thy bower, Accept, a husband's gift, beloved wife! It wooes the mind to scan the Saviour's life; And, if He will, may haply have the power To cheer a sad, or sooth a restless, hour; To smooth with oil, from Salem's mountains brought, The rising billows of overanxious thought, And light with rainbow hues the darkling shower. Peace be within thy dwelling! Who, as thou, May claim for comfort all my feeble aid? For thrice nine years affection's mutual vow Hath thee my heart's and life's companion made: Once dear in health and youth; but dearer now, When youth hath waned, and health begun to fade!" english/doubleda/Z300341047,461094,1800-1834 Early Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Doubleday, Thomas, 1790-1870",1790.0,LV.,1820,14,Sonnets and Poems (1818),"&indent;Departed souls again on earth might roam,",y,Sonnet,1750-1800,"Shade of my long loved Mira, if that ever Departed souls again on earth might rome, Some vision of thy semblance sure would come This withered and deserted heart to cheer. And wherefore cannot such things be, when here, E'en when the animating flame hath died, Its gross and earthly vehicle may bide, A soulless from, passed joy, passed hope, passed fear, For though this woe-worn frame, as heretofore, To pass among the ranks of men is seen, My bosom is a dark, forsaken cave; Dank, healthless, silent, cold; where pleasure more Shall never dwell; where life hath only been; My spirit is inhumed in thy grave." english/miltonjo/Z300437813,586953,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Milton, John, 1608-1674",1608.0,"XIII. To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires.",1638,14,Poems Upon Several Occasions (1673),&indent;First taught our English Musick how to span,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Harry whose tuneful and well measured Song First taught our English Music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas Ears, committing short and long, Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for Envy to look won; To after age thou shalt be writ the man, That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue Thou honourest Verse, and Verse must send her wing To honour thee, the Priest of Phœbus Quire That tunest their happiest lines in Hymn, or Story. Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Then his Casella, whom he wooed to sing Met in the milder shades of Purgatory." english/ayresphi/Z300265634,253579,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. Petrarc on Laura's Death.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),&indent;Is't not enough 'gainst me in War are join'd,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Hold, Treacherous Thoughts, that dare my Rule despise, Is't not enough 'gainst me in War are joined Love, Fortune, and Grim Death, but I must find Within me such Domestick Enemies? And thou my Heart, that dost my Peace oppose, Disloyal thou wilt give my Soul no Rest, But harbouring still these Thoughts within my Brest, Keep'st Correspondence with my Deadly Foes; To thee Love all his Messages conveys, Fortune my now departed Pomp displays, Death in my Mind does all my Griefs express; That my Remains fall by Necessity, My Thoughts with Errors arm themselves in thee: Thou art the Cause of my Unhappiness." english/rawnsley/Z200472673,688535,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"VIII. COTTAGES OF ST. GEORGE, BARMOUTH.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"To say and do not—they who climb this height,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Master of men, who love this land too well To say and do not -- they who climb this height, And after toil find peasants' rest at night, -- They know your purpose; these your name will tell With gladness, for their lives have felt the spell Of this gray rock, and their gray eyes are bright, Their hearts Like eagles, light as air is light; High-souled, above the sordid earth they dwell. They have no greed of wealth, the saxifrage Has starred the cottage roof with guiltless gold, And far beneath the liquid sapphire shines; Their heads are hoar, but when in silver lines The old sea breasts the bar with noble rage, They feel its vigour through their bosoms rolled." c20-english/ep20010/Z300568047,855169,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Quinn, Justin, 1968-",1968.0,Masturbation Sonnet With Viburnum Blossom,1998,14,,"I remember our first night, the city's trees",,Sonnet,1950-2000,"I remember our first night, the city's trees In bloom beneath a sudden rainstorm. Lime And beech, almond and viburnum blossom. Steam drifting up from pavements after. Such skies. Walking up that hill to you passed these, Concussed with fragrance, nervous as the time Grew nearer, seeing now the night to come, I knew that later I'ld remember this That night, for nights to come. For nights Like now, This time the tree in bloom below my window, And the continent between us canceled by those hours. This one-year-later darkness, nearing April, Nearing you below me breathing, I feel My head thrown open to the sky. Is yours?" english/edwards2/Z200344678,61919,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XVI.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;With all the sweetness of th' Aonian spring;,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Hawkins, whose lips the Muses have imbued With all the sweetness of that' Aonian spring; Whom emuling I deftly learned to sing, And smoother tune my numbers rough and rude; Truce with the jangling Law's eternal feud, It's subtle quirks, and captious caviling; Unlike the Muse's gentle whispering, Which leads the Heaven-taught Soul to Fit and Good: Thee more beseems in Eloquence' fair field, The Senate, war with Faction's chiefs to wage, Bare the Mock-Patriot's ill dissembled crime, Nor let fair Truth to feigned seeming yield; With thy sweet Lyre to catch the listening Age, And sing thy Trimnell's charms in deathless rhyme." c20-american/da22057/Z300298555,223901,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Jordan, June, 1936-",1936.0,SUNFLOWER SONNET NUMBER TWO,1966,14,,Supposing we could just go on and on as two,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Supposing we could just go on and on as two voracious in the days apart as well as when we side by side (the many ways we do that) well! I would consider then perfection possible, or else worthwhile to think about. Which is to say I guess the costs of long term tend to pile up, block and complicate, erase away the accidental, temporary, near thing/pulsebeat promises one makes because the chance, the easy new, is there in front of you. But still, perfection takes some sacrifice of falling stars for rare. And there are stars, but none of you, to spare." c20-english/car2902/Z300134519,60227,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Bobbed Sonnet for Code Cobber (1990),1950,14,,climbing Popocatepetl with popcorn packets,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"climbing Popocatepetl with popcorn packets humming Mahabharata humbly but unhurried surfing through Sargasso with syntagmatic spinnakers throwing tantrums at Antananarivo train-hoots Zoroastrian asterisks satirize astutely Athabaskan aubades ululated unabashed ro-ro car-wash scrub-up freak-out tsetse-zizzing isthmus-asthma onomatopoeic articulation incomparably extrapolated hubble-bubble hobnob with heavy-breathing hobos shaman's-salmon psalm for spawn-master's shawm slaloming along shalom-hung swan-songs simply spellbinding spielbonding spoolbending loading London with logodaedalian lauds" english/downmanh/Z300341582,350515,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XVI. To Archdeacon MOORE.,1770,14,"Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791)","To read, but profit not by antient lore?",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Is there, whom verbal knowledge may suffice To read, but profit not by ancient lore? Studiously dull? A scholar, but unwise? Whose judgement cannot separate the dross From the pure over? Of mind, and manners gross, Illiberal, pert, overbearing, boastful, vain? Such art not thou; far from thy presence, Moore, Let pedantry retire, and fix her reign: Her sons, and wisdom's offspring ill agree. Thy bosom, Learning with politeness joined Illumes; the graces of humanity: Converse with books, and converse with mankind; No labouring theorist, in practice wrong, Friend to the ingenuous arts, and chastened sung." c20-english/ep20029/Z200595429,824565,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Owen, Wilfred, 1893-1918",1893.0,THE END,1923,14,,"After the blast of lightning from the east,",,Sonnet,1850-1900,"After the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne; After the drums of time have rolled and ceased, And by the bronze west long retreat is blown, Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth, All death will he annul, all tears assuage? Or fill these void veins full again with youth, And wash, with and immortal water, age? When I do ask white Age, he says not so: 'My head hangs weighed with snow.' And when I Harken to the Earth, she says: 'My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death. Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified, Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.'" english/cowperwi/Z200323300,312304,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Cowper, William, 1731-1800",1731.0,"SONNET ADDRESSED TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ.",1761,14,The Works (1835–1837),"&indent;In our first interview, delightful guest!",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Hayley, thy tenderness fraternal shown In our first interview, delightful guest! To Mary and me for her dear sake distressed, Such as it is has made my heart thy own, Though heedless now of new engagements grown; For threescore winter's make a wintery breast, And I had purposed never to go in quest Of Friendship more, except with God alone. But Thou hast wone me; nor is God my foe, Who, ere this last afflictive scene began, Sent Thee to mitigate the dreadful blow, My Brother, by whose sympathy I know Thy true deserts infallibly to scan, Not more to admire the Bard than love the Man." english/rawnsley/Z300472945,239363,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,The Hush of Death.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"Went to the gate that leads to Heaven or Hell,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When through the dark thy spirit all alone Went to the gate that leads to Heaven or Hell, But one way led for thee; deep silence fell, For all the needs of ministry was gone; About thee rose the rushing monotone, The roar of thousands where ten thousand dwell, But thou were guarded by the solemn spell, The sovereign hush, around Death's awful throne. And we, with some old story in our ears Of her who lay in beauty tranced by charm Thro' days of sorrow and a changing doom -- We moved no hand to wake thee, but in tears Gazed at thee, saying, ""She is safe from harm,"" Then turned -- but left our hearts in that still room." english/rawnsley/Z200472556,61553,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,AFTERGLOW ON THE ABENDBERG,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),&indent;Such days as Cumbrian shepherds only know—,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"The day had been a day of clouds that lower -- Such days as Cumbrian shepherd's only know -- No sun, no moon, when sudden from below O'er the still lake the sunset smote with power, And the gray wrinkled cliff gave back the dower Of such transcendent magic afterglow As made one long with shallop-oars to row, And share the radiance of its rosy shower. So have I seen upon and aged face Storm-wrinkled, gazing from its height of peace O'er the calm deeps of Death that lie before, At sunset-time, a sudden wondrous grace That made me yearn to reach the further shore, And share their joy whose light can never cease." english/rawnsley/Z200472671,953364,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,VI. A RETROSPECT FROM MAWDDACH CRAG.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),And hear the green grasshopper at his fun;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Once more I sit on Mawddach's craggy height And hear the green grasshopper at his fun; Mad fellow he, with hawkweed for his sun, Whose stars by day -- he knows not any night -- Are clustered saxifrages. His delight Fills me: my days far inland back have run, I feel as if some vizard hand had spun My cares, my age, my sorrow, out of sighed. But as I gaze, the emerald tide beneath Shrinks, and to clouded azure seems to turn, And from the depths the barren sands arise; And I -- again the tears are in mine eyes -- I know my years are flowing out to death, Are leaving sand and shallow, and I mourn." english/rawnsley/Z200472593,196981,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"GOING TO NETTLESHIP'S GRAVE FROM ARGENTIÈRE TO CHAMOUNIX, BY NIGHT",1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;&indent;Than this loud stream with waters icy cold,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"I needs no surer, sympathetic guide, Than this loud stream with waters icy cold, Down with perpetual thunder darkly rolled, Beneath a starless heaven at my side -- For somewhere in this valley, he who died, Caught by the sudden snow-blast's withering hold, Lies beyond storm in quiet churchyard mould, Beneath the heights he climbed, dear friend, well tried. Flow on, pale Arve, with lamentation flow! Joined with thy gray-haired sister of the snow, Make double moan and fill the air with sorrow: I have no heart nor care to lift mine eyes To find the sunlit glacier's glad surprise, Or face the mountain splendours of tomorrow." english/downmanh/Z300341597,514071,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,"XXXI. To J. P. TAYLOR, Esq.",1770,14,"Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791)","Who fostering qualities of noble kind,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Taylor, whose merits I have known, and prize! Who fostering qualities of noble kind, Which from the nicest sense of honour rise, With which the graces deck the chosen mind: Hast cherished youthful learning's classic store, (Too often from the soldier's precincts chased) Imagination's ever-pleasing lore Soothing each anxious thought, and liberal taste, And virtuous love whose pure ideal train Still shielded thee from folly light and vain! Accept this page; and to thy Charlotte's ear Reading the impassioned numbers, tell the maid My Thespia no fictitious dress arrayed; Their's sister souls, my verse, Like thine, sincere." modern/oxf0901/Z200245161,125879,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Oswald, Alice, 1966-",1966.0,SEA SONNET [The sea is made of ponds—a cairn of rain],1996,14,,The sea is made of ponds—a cairn of rain.,,Sonnet,1950-2000,"The sea is made of ponds -- a cairn of rain. It has and island flirting up and down Like a blue hat. A boat goes in between. Is made of rills and springs -- each waternode a tiny subjectivity, the tide coordinates their ends, the sea is made. The sea crosses the sea, the sea has hooves; the powers of rivers and the weir's curves are moving in the wind-bent acts of waves. And then the softer waters of the wells and soakaways -- hypostases of holes, which swallow up and sink for seven miles; and then the boat arriving on the island and nothing but the sealike sea beyond." english/rawnsley/Z200471821,916274,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"EARLY MORN AND EVENTIDE, IN LEIGH WOODS.",1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),"All through the day they journey, face to face,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Born of a common parent, sister-twins, All through the day they journey, face to face, To kiss in their accustomed greeting-place, Where mid long shades, in silence, health reclines! Grey dews are in their locks, and silver lines Of gossamer their dripping sandals lace! Half drowsy buds do either's bosom grace, And on their foreheads, lo! the same star shines! But though one come from East, and one from West, Each sends the forest creature to his food, Stirs sung, sets wings a-sailing in the wood, And finds the Linnet sleeping on her nest! Men know not which is fairer; but they call One, Early Morn, -- the other, Even-fall!" english/rawnsley/Z200472527,840828,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,THE FALLS OF THE REICHENBACH,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;We crossed the Aar, we clomb the mountainstair,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Through houses blackened by the fire's fierce tongue We crossed the Aar, we climbed the mountainstair, And sudden over a chalet-roof were 'beware Of a huge cloud of whitest smoke that sprung Forth from a cleft, and bellowed loud, and clung And belched as Hell had opened wide on air, While voices of the doomed in wild despair O'er Hasli's vale in lamentation hung. There came a child; no fear was in her face, And following up the Reichenbach, we found The Rosenlaui's gift of melting snow; A thousand angel-figures seemed to throw Hands over head and leap with jubilant found In flowing skirts of unimagined grace." english-ed2/ep2220/Z300651587,340497,,English Poetry,"Moore, T. Sturge (Thomas Sturge), 1870-1944",1870.0,BEFORE REREADING SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS,1900,14,The Poems of T. Sturge Moore: Collected Edition (1931),"Whether his heart grew strong or bled to waste,",y,,1850-1900,"Whether his loves were many or but two, Whether his heart grew strong or bled to waste, Whether he toyed with words as idlers do Or some unseasoned lines betray his haste, We enter here as to and empty house,.. As pale folk from a far-off climb and date Peep into pictured halls, where the carouse Of mummied kings once mocked their certain fate. We gaze at signs he saw, but only guess How he read what we read ... not bloom to fruit, Meal to moth's wing, sighed to blind eye is less Recoverable! Time treads life underfoot: Black, dead, these words can warm us but as coal, Once, forest leaves, they murmured round his soul." english/woodford/Z300542173,639510,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,SONNET. Convertimento á Dio.,1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"&indent;Of my old Sins, by Custome grown so strong,",y,,1600-1650,"Tir'd, and almost overcome with that' heavy weight, Of my old Sins, by Custome grown so strong, I'm fearful, lest Lifes way being rough and long, I from it turn, by my own, or Foes deceit. I have a Friend 'this true, that from Heavens height, Came down to free me, and redress my Wrong, Of love he came, but quickly 'amid the throng I lost him, whose return in vain I wait; Upwards he flew, and flying thus did cry, ""Burd'ned and weary Souls, behold your Way ""Hither, come hither to me, and find Rest! What Grace, what Love, my Lord, what Destiny, Will give me a Doves wings, on which I may Mount from this Earth, and be of Heav'n possessed?" english/smithcha/Z300488935,407819,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XXII. BY THE SAME. TO SOLITUDE.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;I come to hide my sorrow and my tears,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Oh, Solitude! to thy sequestered vale I come to hide my sorrow and my tears, And to thy echoes tell the mournful tale Which scarce I trust to pitying Friendship's ears! Amidst thy wild-woods, and untrodden glades, No sounds but those of melancholy move; And the low winds that die among thy shades, Seem Like soft Pity's sighs for hopeless love! And sure some story of despair and pain, In yond deep copse, thy murmuring doves relate; And, hark! methinks in that long plaintive strain, Thine own sweet songstress weeps my wayward fate! Ah, Nymph! that fate assist me to endure, And bear awhile -- what death alone can cure!" english/rawnsley/Z200472297,191037,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"Unveiling of the Bede Memorial At Roker Point, Sunderland, Oct. 11, 1904.",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),&indent;Shall all the sons of labour rest and read,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Here, underneath this glorious ""beacon-sign,"" Shall all the sons of labour rest and read Of one who felt that thought and word and deed Run on to judgement. Pondering line on line God's crown for noble work they shall divine, Seeing they reap today the precious seed Sown by the worker Venerable Bede, And hold him honoured still by Wear and Tyne. For this poor monk who lived laborious days, Whose heart's delight was teaching all he knew, Taught more than joy of labour to the end, Saying, ""Take truth for guide! and Christ for friend! Seek Heavenly wealth, let earthly wants be few! God is the worker, unto God be praise!""" english/marstonp/Z400425597,608729,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Marston, Philip Bourke, 1850-1887",1850.0,SONNET XXXIV. BEFORE SEVERING.,1880,14,The Collected Poems (1892),"&indent;The supple body and the perfect face,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"There, let me gaze upon you ere I go, -- The supple body and the perfect face, Half known before we met, through old sweet lays; Or wondered on, with ecstasy and woe, In some great picture such as dead years show; But now, found fairer, in all gracious ways, Than those which lacked the special, unnamed grace, That makes your face the fairest man may know. Speak once again, that I may hear your voice, And madden on the beauty of each tone. O love! be sorry for these poor dead joys! Be sorry, O my sweet, for fair dreams flown! You had a little what in me was best, Now let all vile things fatten on the rest." english/rawnsley/Z200471839,88209,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,THE GREAT FIRE IN CHRISTMAS STREET.,1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),Ran the pale merchants on that dreadful night;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"With ruin in their face, from far and near, Ran the pale Merchant's on that dreadful night; The Lansdown cotter shuddered at the sighed; And bold sea-captains crowded sail in fear! Ha! the flames catch, they ramp from tire to tire! Tiles slip, the roofs are skeletons of light! Crash! and upspring huge fountains starry bright! And, with a groan, walls reel and disappear! That night the Frome ran steaming round the keels! On heated Bells' Saint John gave forth the hour! Choked, as they toiled, men plied their engine reels; And still flames drank, and still they would devour; Till surfeited they fell at break of day, And in the sobbing streets black homeless ruin lay." english/smithcha/Z300488944,762890,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET XXXI. WRITTEN ON FARM WOOD, SOUTH DOWNS, IN MAY 1784.",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;The downy grass, with tufts of Alpine flowers,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Spring's dewy hand on this fair summit weaves The downy grass, with tufts of Alpine flowers, And shades the beechen slopes with tender leaves, And leads the shepherd to his upland bowers, Strewn with wild thyme; while slow-descending showers Feed the green ear, and nurse the future sheaves! -- Ah! blessed the hind -- whom no sad thought bereaves Of the gay Season's pleasures! -- All his hours To wholesome labour given, or thoughtless mirth; No pangs of sorrow passed, or coming dread, Bend his unconscious spirit down to earth, Or chase calm slumbers from his careless head! Ah! what to me can those dear days restore, When scenes could charm that now I taste no more!" english/smithcha/Z300488928,131788,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XV. FROM PETRARCH.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;And softly bend as balmy breezes blow,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Where the green leaves exclude the summer beam, And softly bend as balmy breezes blow, And where, with liquid lapse, the lucid stream Across the fretted rock is herd to flow, Pensive I lay: when she whom Earth conceals, As if still living, to my eyes appears, And pitying Heaven her angel from reveals, To say -- 'Unhappy Petrarch, dry your tears; 'Ah! why, sad lover! thus before your time, 'In grief and sadness should your life decay, 'And Like a blighted flower, your manly prime 'In vain and hopeless sorrow fade away? 'Ah! yield not thus to culpable despair, 'But raise thine eyes to Heaven -- and think I wait thee there.'" english/rawnsley/Z300472739,939482,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XIV. AT SKELTON OLD CHURCH.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),Ringed round with graves and fenced with elm and yew;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"We leave the church, where weekly prayer was said, Ringed round with graves and fenced with elm and yew; Praise in a fairer shrine shall men renew, Vows at a nobler altar shall be made; Unheeded now the mossy dial's shade, No preacher climbs three stories high to view The village magnate in his musty pew, And Georgian galleries to dust shall fade. White gleams the tower beyond the village street, And proud and loud ring out the lustier chimes; But some heart-flowers, transplanted, never can grow: These old church grasses still shall feel the feet Of those, who hear the Bells' of other times, And seek the holiest spot on earth they know." english/rawnsley/Z200472324,200539,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,III. NATURE'S GOSPEL.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),"I seek the quiet of the hills and dales,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When, weary of the stifling city's hum, I seek the quiet of the hills and dales, I do rejoice to know the man that ails In heart, or hope, or head, may hither come, And here may learn how Nature, seeming dumb, Can sooth where life's tumultuous current fails -- Here find the still communion that avails To fire imagination almost numb. For not alone the Wanderer may read An 'elder Bible's' unexhausted page, Or, scarce escaped from out the wars of creed, May find a Gospel 'uncorrupt of age,' But here he feels his spirit's greater needs -- Wide Liberty, Man's ancient heritage." english/smithcha/Z300488938,734201,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XXV. BY THE SAME. JUST BEFORE HIS DEATH.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;‘A frail and feverish being?’ wherefore try,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Why should I wish to hold in this low sphere 'A frail and feverish being?' wherefore try Poorly from day to day to linger here, Against the powerful hand of Destiny? By those who know the force of hopeless care On the worn heart -- I sure shall be forgiven, If to elude dark gilded, and dire despair, I go uncalled -- to mercy and to Heaven! O thou! to save whose peace I now depart, Will thy soft mind thy poor lost friend deplore, When worms shall feed on this devoted heart, Where even thy image shall be found no more? Yet may thy pity mingle not with pain, For then thy hapless lover -- die in vain!" english/beeching/Z200276141,62923,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Beeching, H. C. (Henry Charles), 1859-1919",1859.0,LOVE UNRETURNED,1889,14,"[Poems, in] Love's looking glass (1891)",To render to the husbandmen above?,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"My soul, where is the fruit of lifelong pain To render to the husbandmen above? Thou hast been watered by my tears of love For that pure spirit whose serene disdain Pierced Like a ploughshare through' thee, leaving plain Forgotten depths wind-sown, whereout I strove Unceasingly to gather what might prove, In time of harvest, tares instead of grain. 'Alas!' my soul said, 'had but Love passed by And cast into the furrows, as he went Sowing beside all waters in the spring, Methinks I had born fruit abundantly For God to garner, as He sits intent Above the angels at their winnowing.'" english/wildeosc/Z400536277,433154,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900",1854.0,LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES,1884,14,The works (1909),&indent;And liking best that state republican,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see, Spite of this modern fret for Liberty, Better the rule of One, whom all obey, Than to let clamorous demagogues betray Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy. Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane Plant the read flag upon the piled-up street For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade, Save Treason and the dagger of her trade, Or Murder with his silent bloody feet." english/edwards2/Z200344683,327269,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXI. For the Root‐House at WREST.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Shall chance receive, where sweet contentment dwells,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Stranger, or guest, whomever this hallowed grove Shall chance receive, where sweet contentment dwells, Bring here no heart, that with ambition swells, With avarice pines, or burns with lawless love: Vice-tainted Souls will all in vain remove To sylvan shades, and hermit's' peaceful cells, In vain will seek retirement's lenient spells, Or hope that bliss, which only good men prove: If heavenborn truth, and sacred virtue's lore, Which cheer, adorn, and dignify the mind, Are constant inmates of thy honest breast, If, unrepining at thy neighbor's store, Thou countest as thine the good of all mankind, Then welcome share the friendly groves of Wrest." english/edwards2/Z200344706,64770,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XLIII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Has steer'd me through this Life's tumultuous sea,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"My gracious God, whose kind conducting hand Has steered me through this Life's tumultuous sea, From many a rock, and many a tempest free, Which prudence could not shun, nor strength withstand, And brought at length almost in sighed of land, That quiet haven where I long to be, Only the straights of Death betwixt, which we Are doomed to pass, ever reach the heavenly strand; Be this short passage boisterous, rough, and rude, Or smooth, and calm -- Father, thy Will be done -- Support me only in the troublous stour; My sins all pardoned through my Saviour's blood, Let Faith, and Hope, and Patience still hold on Unshaken, and Joy crown my latest hour!" english/smithcha/Z300488892,373096,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET TO THE INSECT OF THE GOSSAMER.,1779,14,Conversations (1804),"Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Small, viewless aeronaut, that by the line Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air Float'st on a sunbeam -- Living atom, where Ends thy breeze-guided voyage? With what design In æther dost thou launch thy from minute, Mocking the eye? Alas! before the veil Of denser clouds shall hide thee, the pursuit Of the keen Swift may end thy fairy sail! Thus on the golden thread that Fancy weaves Buoyant, as Hope's illusive flattery breathes, The young and visionary Poet leaves Life's dull realities, while sevenfold wreaths Of rainbow light around his head revolve. Ah! soon at Sorrow's touch the radiant dreams dissolve." english/scottjoh/Z400481202,458467,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Scott, John, 1730-1783",1730.0,SONNET I. APOLOGY FOR RETIREMENT. 1766.,1760,14,The Poetical Works (1782),"Where these lone fields my rural home inclose,",y,,1700-1750,"Why asks my Friend what cheers my passing day, Where these lone fields my rural home enclose, That all the pomp the crowded City shows Ne'er from that home allures my steps away? Now through' the upland shade I musing stray, And catch the gale that over the woodbine blows; Now in the meads on river banks repose, And breathe rich odour from the new-mown hay: Now pleased I read the poet's lofty lay, Where music fraught with useful knowledge flows; Now Delia's converse makes the moments gay, The Maid for love and innocence I chosen: O Friend! the man who joys Like these can taste, On vice and folly needs no hour to waste." english/sewardan/Z300482283,724348,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXXX.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;When juvenescent April's showery sun,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"As lightens the brown hill to vivid green When juvenescent April's showery sun Looks on its side, with golden glance, at noon; So on the gloom of life's now faded scene Shines the dear image of those days serene, From Memory's consecrated treasures wone; The days that rose, ere youth, and years were flown, Soft as the morn of May; -- and well I ween If they had clouds, in Time's alembic clear They vanished all, and their gay vision glows In brightness unobscured; and now they wear A more than pristine sunniness, which throws Those mild reflected lights that soften care, Loss of loved friends, and all the train of woes." english/smithcha/Z300488950,61132,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET XXXVII. SENT TO THE HONORABLE MRS. O'NEILL, WITH PAINTED FLOWERS.",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Her buds and leaves to dress fictitious powers,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"The poet's fancy takes from Flora's realm Her buds and leaves to dress fictitious powers, With the green olive shades Minerva's helm, And gives to Beauty's Queen the Queen of flowers. But what gay blossoms of luxuriant Spring, With rose, mimosa, amaranth entwined, Shall fabled Sylphs and fairy people bring, As a just emblem of the lovely mind? In vain the mimic pencil tries to blend The glowing die that dress the flowery raze, Scented and coloured by and hand divine! Ah! not less vainly would the Muse pretend On her weak lyre, to sing the native grace And native goodness of a soul Like thine!" c20-english/car2902/Z300134387,20789,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Memento (1990),1950,14,,over the cliff‐top and into the mist,,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 lightning and beneath white nights behind the haar and in front of the tower beyond the moor and against writ and ring below the mort-gate and outwith all kind under the hill and at the boskless bower over the hills and far away to bring over the hills and far away to mind" english/edwards2/Z200344680,628056,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XVIII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;And the chief seat among the crowned Peers,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"O thou, to sacred Themis' awful throne, And the chief seat among the crowned Peers, The Nation's last resort, in early years Rais'd by thy high desert; Not this alone, Nor all the Fame thy Eloquence has wone, Though Britain's councils with success it steers, And the rough Scot it's distant thunder fears, Rank Thee so high above comparison, As that prime bliss, by which thy heart is warmed, Those numerous pledges of thy nuptial bed; Who back reflect a lustre on their Sire, Taught by thy lore, by thy example formed, With steady steps the ways of glory tread, And to the palm of virtuous praise aspire." english/rawnsley/Z200472244,502097,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"The Passing of the Queen Osborne, January 22, 1901.",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;From her imperial purple, to the land",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Now is and end of sorrowful loneliness! From her imperial purple, to the land Where all truehearted kings with welcome stand, Goes our great Queen; pure golden is her dress And in her hand the lily. Storm and stress The wide world over is hushed beneath the hand Of loss, and voices found from strand to strand, Crying, ""We bless Victoria, and shall bless!"" For this was she who dwelled with God apart, Yet 'mid her millions sympathetic moved; This was the monarch -- wise with gathered store Of kingly counsel, learned in duty's lore -- The Queen whose more than sixty summer's proved Her throne inviolate was a Nation's heart." english/rawnsley/Z200472501,917188,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,ORANGE‐FLOWERS AT BAVENO,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;&indent;How, when Pallanza burned and writhed with heat,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Ah! fair Baveno, well do I recall How, when Pallanza burned and writhed with heat, Cool shadows fell right downward to thy feet; And I, who dreamed beside thy water-wall, Felt the magnolia's incense prodigal Poured from white cups upon the garden-seat, The vine flowers' scent impalpable and sweet, And honeysuckle, sweetest of them all. But most in that enchanting dewy hour I blessed the odours from that pearl of gray That breaks into the semblance of a star, For then the day came near, that was so far, When one beside me bore white orange-flower, And all the world seemed made for marriage day." english/rawnsley/Z200472254,9125,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,The Mother of Her People Unveiling the Bust of the Queen at Uppingham School.,1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),&indent;The scholar youth shall learn her wondrous grace,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Here in this citadel for Wisdom planned The scholar youth shall learn her wondrous grace That binds the far-off millions of the raze, And keeps them one in Love's imperial hand. And when with Death and Duty they shall stand Sworn servants, lo! from the familiar place, Clear through' the dark, this venerable face Shall shine, and they shall hear their Queen command. Perchance some little lad in years to come, Homesick and motherless, within this hall, Shall feel his orphanhood, and needs a friend; Then, over his head, in marble from the wall, The ""Mother of her people"" here shall bend, And he shall know how all the world is Home." english/rawnsley/Z200472516,695355,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"AT THE CHAPEL OF THE ANNUNCIATION SACRO MONTE, VARESE",1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),&indent;&indent;A chapel to the Lady of the Rose;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Hard by the Gate of Joy is nobly set A chapel to the Lady of the Rose; Who, crossing from the fountain, thither goes, May see a simple bedchamber complete With such adorning as for maids is meet: Beside the bed, all ranged in order close, Are set the shoes, the basket for her hose Stands near, unruffled lies the coverlet. And all the air is quiet, but I might see One heart beat fast in wonder what would prove The angel's salutation in her ears: 'Hail, Mary! for the Lord is come to thee.' Speechless she stands, while over her floats the dove, And dovelike in her innocence she hears." english/woodford/Z300542180,310172,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,"SONNET. To give o're Riming, and fall to Business.",1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"&indent;And to Loves Charge the great Occasion laid,",y,,1600-1650,"As I one Day did of my Fate complain, And to Loves Charge the great Occasion laid, Recounting all the Ways I had assayed A Name, or Fortune in the World to gain, And still to' obtain it strive, but all in vain. Ah! sottish Wretch, with Rage and Scorn, he said, Me with Thy Artless Follies to upbraid, When Thou alone art cause of all Thy Pain. Go, and to Business, Man Thy self present, Business, the noblest Mistress though 'it be late, Who many Servants has, and more will take, Riming and Modesty never God Estate, Or Name, or Fortune, 'this the Confident And Busy carry' all. -- Love I did mistake." english/smithcha/Z300488995,399562,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXXII. TO THE MORNING STAR. WRITTEN NEAR THE SEA.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;The Seaman greets, as on the Ocean stream",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Thee! lucid arbiter 'twixt day and night, The Seaman greets, as on the Ocean stream Reflected, thy precursive friendly beam Points out the long-sought haven to his sighed. Watching for thee, the lover's ardent eyes Turn to the eastern hills; and as above Thy brilliance trembles, hails the lights that rise To guide his footsteps to expecting love! I mark thee too, as night's dark clouds retire, And thy bright radiance glances on the sea; But never more shall thy heraldic fire Speak of approaching morn with joy to me! Quench'd in the gloom of death that heavenly ray Once lent to light me on my thorny way!" english/rawnsley/Z300472879,835067,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Edward Thring.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),&indent;Friend of their short swift ages passed away,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Loved Father of the schoolboy multitude, Friend of their short swift ages passed away Guide of their labour, champion of their play, Who dared for zeal of noble masterhood To stand alone, a rock above the flood Of easy acquiescence, and gainsay The dazzling bright ambitions of today That tempt to learning's heights the scholar brood, Thy presence fails for solace or command, Thy soul is ours, thou great schoolmaster-king; Still, father of thy children fatherless, Unto thy voice of cheer the pupils press, And hearts that honour truth in every land, Can hear thy voice for truth and honour ring." english/smithcha/Z300488959,745980,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET XLVI. WRITTEN AT PENSHURST, IN AUTUMN 1788.",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Ye woods! deep sighing to the hollow blast,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Ye towers sublime! deserted now and drear! Ye woods! deep sighing to the hollow blast, The musing wanderer loves to linger near, While History points to all your glories passed: And startling from their haunts the timid deer, To trace the walks obscured by matted fern, Which Waller's soothing lyre were wont to hear, But where now clamours the discordant hern! The spoiling hand of Time may overturn These lofty battlements, and quite deface The fading canvas whence we love to learn Sydney's keen look, and Sacharissa's grace; But fame and beauty still defy decay, Saved by the historic page -- the poet's tender lay!" c20-english/car2902/Z300134424,661573,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,On Jupiter (1990),1950,14,,Scotland was found on Jupiter. That's true.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Scotland was found on Jupiter. That's true. We lost all track of time, but there it was. No one told us its origins, its cause. A simulacrum, a dissolving view? It seemed as solid as a terrier shaking itself dry from a brisk black swim in the reservoir of Jupiter's grim crimson trustless eye. No soul-ferrier guarded the swampy waves. Any gods there, if they had made the thing in play, were gone, and if the land had launched its own life out among the echoes of inhuman air, its launchers were asleep, or had withdrawn, throwing their stick into a sea of doubt." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683493,765921,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET II, 127 (146)",1971,14,,"He was pleased, but could not easily follow",,,1900-1950,"He was pleased, but could not easily follow since the whole world is flat. Thou art a magician. Save the death's of some of my labour. Read in them all the ears of the respectable. Morning waiting. There might be the truth. But I must lay a blame upon him." english/edwards2/Z200344673,546878,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XI.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Great meed of fame, Thou and thy learn'd Compeer,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"O Lyttelton, great meed shalt thou receive, Great meed of fame, Thou and thy learned Compeer, Who, 'gainst the Sceptic's doubt and Scorner's sneer, Assert those Heav'n-born truths, which you believe; In elder time thus Heroes wont achieve Renown; they held the Faith of Jesus dear, And round their Ivy crown or Laurell'd spear Blush'd not Religion's Olive branch to weave; Thus Ralegh, thus immortal Sidney shone, (Illustrious names!) in great Elisa's days. Nor doubt his promise firm, that such who own In evil times, undaunted, though alone, His glorious truth, such He will crown with praise, And glad agnize before his Father's throne." english/rawnsley/Z300472772,868750,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"XIV. THE BELL BUOY AT THE HARBOUR MOUTH, WHITBY.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"And corse by corse to burial were borne,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"As if the sea were giving up her dead, And corpse by corpse to burial were born, I herd the buoy-bell out of darkness mourn, And bitter were the doleful words it said: It told of waves that closed above the head Of men unshrieved, uncoffined, husbands torn From wives, and children fatherless, forlorn; Of faces gazing seaward pale with dread. But still, with melancholy sway and swing The bell gave forth its wailing funeral note, And the night thickened, and the moon went down, And the wind rose. Few boats had reached the town But for the warning of that iron throat. Henceforth, unquestioned, let the death-bell ring." english/rawnsley/Z300472912,334183,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"Sir George Airy, K.C.B. DIED JANUARY 2ND, 1892, IN HIS 91ST YEAR.",1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;Sunlight and starlight, then at last there came",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"For full three generations had he known Sunlight and starlight, then at last there came An angel with a chariot of flame, And he went forth through' stellar spaces sown Thick with the seed of suns, beyond the cone Of planetary systems none might name, Till new light dazed him, and he herd acclaim Of praise around the great Creator's throne. He stood and bowed his head before the light Those only see whose hearts are pure and blessed With childlike love and reverence, then he cried -- ""Though never more can come the purple night With wondrous gleam of world's, here let me rest. Thee, Lord, I sought, my soul is satisfied.""" english/rawnsley/Z200471846,718419,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"ON THE QUAY: THE LUMPER, OR CORN‐RUNNER.",1881,14,A book of Bristol sonnets (1877),"He eyes the bag, which, swinging from below,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Giant of limb, read capped, and bore of poll, With arms whereon the swart hairs never grow, He eyes the bag, which, swinging from below, Demands full measure of the scale-man's dole. Then, with a jerk and balance, full control Of the overwhelming sack he takes, and so, His left arm lightly hung, he starts to go Down yielding plank, and on with easy roll! We have our corn to run, the daily cark, Our ship of life brings in at every tide; And know where, carrying, we those cares may leave. But these, in their strong zeal to disembark, Have shamed the sloth with which we labourers plied, And, head erect, they come new burdens to receive." english/ayresphi/Z300265570,733812,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,Cynthia on Horse‐back. A Sonnet.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"Which in white Robe with silver Fringe was clad,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Fair Cynthia mounted on her sprightly Pad, Which in white Robe with silver Fringe was clad, And swift as wind his graceful steps did move, As with his Beauteous Guide he'd been in love. Though fierce, yet humble still to her command, Obeying every touch of her fair hand; Her golden Bitt his foaming mouth did check, It spread his Crest, and raised his bending Neck. She was the Rose upon this Hill of snow, Her sparkling Beauty made the glorious Show; Whence secret Flames men in their bosoms took: The Graces and the Cupid's her surround, Attending her, while cruel she does wound, With Switch her Horse, and Hearts with every Look" english/rawnsley/Z200472703,846847,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"XXV. THE SNOW MIRACLE, A LEGEND OF SAINT BEES.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"To grant us land, so did Saint Bega say,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Go, Lady, ask Lord Lucy of his grace To grant us land, so did Saint Bega say, Where we may rear a house to watch and prey: The storm that flung us to the landing-place Robbed us of all. Lord Lucy from the chase Came laughing home: Good dame, I answer, Nay, Yet promise all on next Midsummer day Is white with snow to mend the stranger's case. God hath His book, St. Bega's prayer is wone, Vows made in haste are vows eternally: There came the hallow-eve of Great Saint John, Forth looked the young moon from a sultry sky; But ere the night to Midsummer had gone, Beneath the snow three miles of seaboard lie." english/rawnsley/Z300472851,643664,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Frederick III.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;Shall not undo the greatness of thy reign,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"King for a hundred days, a hundred years Shall not undo the greatness of thy reign, Lord of a realm no sovran might of pain Could crush, nor death with its ten thousand fears Shock; for thy brow that heaven's new glory wears Was helmed with honour and the high disdain For all things mean, and by thy life was plain Love rules in right when love itself forswears. Yet, gentle heart, though hands did never crown With gold of earth thy weary suffering head, At least one prince was in thy presence less, One tyrant found his mastery overthrown -- Death's darkness was as purple round thee shed, King, by true hope in utter hopelessness." english/sewardan/Z300482227,779667,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXIV.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;The year an image of our life's short span!,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Behold the day and image of the year! The year and image of our life's short span! Morn, Like the Spring, with growing light began, Spring, Like our youth, with joy, and beauty fair; Noon picturing Summer; -- Summer's ardent sphere Manhood's gay portrait. -- Eve, Like Autumn, won, Autumn resembling faded age in man; Night, with its silence, and its darkness drear, Emblem of Winter's frore and gloomy reign, When torpid lie the vegetative powers; Winter, so shrunk, so cold, reminds us plain Of the mute grave, that over the dim corpse lours; There shall the weary rest, nor aught remain To the pale slumberer of life's checkered hours!" english/bassewil/Z300274303,962526,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Basse, William, d. ca. 1653",1653.0,"To the Right Hon. the Lady Viscountess Falkland, upon her going into Ireland, two Sonnets.",1683,14,The Poetical Works (1893),"&indent;Great Lady, to deserve your Muses care?",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"What happy sung might my Muse take in hand, Great Lady, to deserve your Muses care? Or skill to hold you in this amorous land, That held you first, and holds you still so deer? Must needs your anchor taste another sand, Cause you your praise are nobly loath to hear? Be sure your praises are before you there, How much your fame exceeds your Caracts sail: Nay, more than so; your self are every where In worth, but where the world of worth does fail. What boots it, then, to drive, or what to steer? What does the axle or the over avail? Since whence you ride you cannot part away, And may perform your voyage, though you stay." c20-english/fa0201/Z200608701,654097,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Armitage, Simon, 1963-",1963.0,Poem,1993,14,,And if it snowed and snow covered the drive,,Sonnet,1950-2000,"And if it snowed and snow covered the drive he took a spade and tossed it to one side. And always tucked his daughter up at night. And slippered her the one time that she lied. And every week he tipped up half his wage. And what he didn't spend each week he saved. And praised his wife for every meal she made. And once, for laughing, punched her in the face. And for his mum he hired a private nurse. And every Sunday taxied her to church. And he blubbed when she went from bade to worse. And twice he lifted ten quid from her purse. Here's how they rated him when they looked back: sometime he did this, sometime he did that." english/sewardan/Z300482216,876813,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XIII.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Shed thy soft poppies on my aching brow!,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Thou child of Night and Silence, balmy Sleep, Shed thy soft poppies on my aching brow! And charm to rest the thoughts of whence, or how Vanish'd that prized Affection, wont to keep Each grief of mine from rankling into woe. Then stern Misfortune from her bent bow Loos'd the dire strings; -- and Care, and anxious Dread From my cheered heart, on sullen pinion fled. But now, the spell dissolved, that' enchantress gone, Ceaseless those cruel fiends infest my day, And sunny hours but light them to their prey. Then welcome midnight shades, when thy wished boon May in oblivious dews my eyelids steep, Thou child of Night and Silence, balmy Sleep!" english/marstonp/Z400425610,477530,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Marston, Philip Bourke, 1850-1887",1850.0,SONNET XLVII. HOPELESS LOVE.,1880,14,The Collected Poems (1892),"&indent;A mystic midnight vision, strange and fair;",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"She came to me as comes sometime in sleep A mystic midnight vision, strange and fair; The beauty of her presence tranced the air; And as she came I felt my soul up-leap To see her face, and for pure passion weep; She paused a moment, and swept back her hair. And looked upon my face, as seeking there Some little sign in after years to keep. Then, mad with love and strong with love's despair, With open arms to bar her path I strove: But ""I must pass,"" she said; so I gave way, And then I felt the barrenness of prayer, The fearful bitterness of hopeless love -- My God, which thing is worse, to love or prey?" english/rawnsley/Z300472749,510663,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,V. HINDERWELL.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Drank at this spring and set the Cross hard by,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Here in God's Acre since Saint Hilda first Drank at this spring and set the Cross hard by, The village, century after century, Has come to quench at morn and eve its thirst; And he who drinks not of it is accursed In barn and field, he cannot fell nor buy; Nor ever has this fountain head run dry, Since from the rock the spring baptismal burst. And here when lips no more cool water crave They bring the dead for rest beside the well, And they who through the long day's heat had come Light-handed and returned with burden home, Come hither weary laden, and may tell How grief can drink of hope beside a grave." english/edwards2/Z200344701,107886,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXVIII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Ten thousand blessings on his tuneful tongue,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"""Sweet is the Love, that comes with willingness:"" So sings the sweetest Bard that ever sung; Ten thousand blessings on his tuneful tongue, Who felt and plained true lovers' soar distress! Sweet were the joys, which once you did possess, When on the yielding Fair one's lips you hung; The sorer now your tender heart is wrung With sad remembrance of her fickleness: Yet let not grief and heart-consuming care Prey on your soul; but let your constant mind Bear up with strength and manly hardiness; Your worth may move a more deserving Fair; And she, that scornful beauty, soon may find, Sharp are the pangs that follow faithlessness." english/rawnsley/Z200472543,601076,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,THE WENGEN THRUSH,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;Who hears the warbler in the Stanstadt reeds,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"He never quite forgets that liquid lay Who hears the warbler in the Stanstadt reeds, Yet if when squirrels drop their whispering seeds And spruce-tufts cast their yellow hoods away Through Wengen woods the traveller chance to stray, Thenceforth all other sung he little heeds -- He feels himself born back to English meads And dreams of bluebell woods and wreaths of May. For here with indefatigable voice The speckled bird makes merry in the bush, And carols forth so lustily and strong You might believe each thing that would rejoice -- Tree, flower, sun, air -- had bade the happy thrush To be its minister of soul and sung." modern/oxf0901/Z200245160,236981,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Oswald, Alice, 1966-",1966.0,"SEA SONNET [Green, grey and yellow, the sea and the weather]",1996,14,,"Green, grey and yellow, the sea and the weather",,Sonnet,1950-2000,"Green, gray and yellow, the sea and the weather instantiate each other and the spectrum turns in it Like a perishable creature. The sea is old but the blue sea is sudden. The wind japans the surface. Like a flower, each point of contact biggens and is gone. And when it rains the senses fold in four. No sky, no sea -- the whiteness is all one. So I have made a little moonlike hold with a thumbnail and through a blade of grass I watch the weather make the sea my soul, which is a space performed on by a space; and when it rains, the very integer and shape of water disappears in water." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683487,383396,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET I, 444 (491)",1971,14,,"They see a stranger,",,,1900-1950,"They see a stranger, a banished man, exile, go home to his house. The charitable call him and unhappy fugitive, not and excommunicated person. His fault is human and not divine. No danger, I think. I fell asleep. They roused me. Simple sayings set with my frank word of denial. They said." american/am0513/Z300163335,409688,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,American Poetry,"Fenollosa, Ernest Francisco, 1853-1908",1853.0,SONNET. MY PERFECT TRUTH.,1883,14,East and west (1893),&indent;Of wan ambition singe her tender wings?,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Shall love my angel be? Or shall the flame Of won ambition sing her tender wings? Why do I scoff at life to say deep things, And crush my heart to yield a bloodless name? If thou were dead, O God! what bitter blame To yean these thoughts self-barbed with cruel stings! O let me nest near some warm soul that sings; Not starve beneath a lone pale shaft of fame! Yea, were I regent of the potent lore That lamps chaste sages' swoon, or crowned to see The white-hot diamond secret at the core Of winnowed wealth of world's that yearn to be; -- Then would I scorn these tempters over and over, And clasp my perfect truth in only thee." english/smithcha/Z300488964,137574,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LI. SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN IN THE HEBRIDES. FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;Feeds but the Summer‐shepherd's little flock,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"On this lone island, whose unfruitful breast Feeds but the Summer-shepherd's little flock With scanty herbage from the half-clothed rock, Where osprays, cormorants, and sea-mews rest; Even in a scene so desolate and rude I could with thee for months and years be blessed; And of thy tenderness and love possessed, Find all my world in this wild solitude! When Summer suns these Northern seas illume, With thee admire the light's reflected charms, And when drear Winter spreads his cheerless gloom, Still find Elysium in thy sheltering arms: For thou to me canst sovereign bliss impart, Thy mind my empire -- and my throne thy heart." english/rawnsley/Z300472910,950740,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Dr. Döllinger.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;Sure scholar, trained by Truth's unswerving hand,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Pure-hearted servant of the Living God, Sure scholar, trained by Truth's unswerving hand, High leader of high Love's triumphant band, -- Christ you obeyed but not his ""Vicar's"" nod: Silent you kissed the inevitable rod, Owned no soul-quenching hierarch's demand, And passed for Faith, Faith's exile through' the land, Nor chosen the easier way unreason trod. Clouds came between, and death, with cloudier bar, Has come, but round your sovran Sun, in light, Turns the true soul that set so many free: Still as for dawn above a troublous sea To you men yearn: yea, in her darkest night The church that scorned shall hail your guiding star!" english/griffinb/Z200383340,574276,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. LVIII. [Oh beautie Syren, kept with Cyrces rod]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;The fairest good in seeme, but fowlest ill:",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Oh beauty Syren, kept with Cyrces rod: The fairest good in seem, but foulest ill: The sweetest plague ordained for man by God, The pleasing subject of presumptuous will: Th'alluring object of unstayed eyes, Friended of all, but unto all a foe: The dearest thing that any creature buys, And vainest too: (it serves but for a shoe.) In seem a heaven, and yet from bliss exiling, Paying for truest service, nought but pain: Young men's undoing: young and old beguiling, Mans greatest lose, though thought his greatest gain. True, that all this with pain enough I prove: And yet most true, I will Fidessa love." english/rawnsley/Z300472894,664916,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Jenny Lind.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;Never to watch the purple copses burn,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Never again to see and English Spring! Never to watch the purple copses burn, The gold gay-hearted daffodil return! Never to hear the lark above me sing And climbing up his stair ring after ring, Send consolation earthwards! how I yearn But once, once more, to find the bracken fern Lifting to fragrant light its fairy wing! The Malvern valleys, mist-enshrouded, wait, The Malvern hills are shuddering into snow, But thou clear-throated angel-heart of Dawn, Thou standest now within the happier gate Whence all the springs with life and love shall flow, To thrill the nightingale and flush the lawn." c20-english/ep20029/Z200595390,147297,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Owen, Wilfred, 1893-1918",1893.0,MAUNDY THURSDAY,1923,14,,Between the brown hands of a server‐lad,,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Between the brown hands of a server-lad The silver cross was offered to be kissed. The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad, And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced. (And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed.) Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had, (And kissed the Body of the Christ indeed.) Young children came, with eager lips and glad. (These kissed a silver doll, immensely bright.) Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte. Above the crucifix I bent my head: The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead: And yet I bowed, yea, kissed -- my lips did cling. (I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing.)" english/rawnsley/Z200472546,905498,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,AT THE METTLEN ALP WENGERN,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;Far up, from cruel cliffs of silver‐grey",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"There, Death and Terror hold and endless reign, Far up, from cruel cliffs of silver-grey Grim glaciers break and cast their lives away With groaning and unutterable pain; Here, Life and Peace abide; with silver strain Of Bells' the cattle through the pine-groves stray, A soft wind sets the flowering firs asway And fills the air with pollen's golden rain. Life! Death! -- how narrow is the gulf between! Yet none may dare to cross the dread crevasse -- Here, summer-meads beneficently green, There, winter-heights that know no joy of grass, While thundering out of sighed to the ravine All day the Jungfrau's avalanches pass." english/griffinb/Z200383334,399288,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. LII. [It is some comfort to the wronged man],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;The wronger of iniustice to vpbraide:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"It is some comfort to the wronged man, The wronger of injustice to upbraid: Justly my self herein I comfort can, And justly call her and ungrateful maid. Thus am I pleased to rid my self of crime, And stop the mouth of all-reporting fame: Counting my greatest cross the lose of time, And all my private grief her public shame. Ah (but to speak a truth) hence are my cares, And in this comfort all discomfort rests: My harms I cause (her scandal) unawares, Thus love procures the thing that love detesteth. For he that views the glasses of my smart, Must needs report she hath a flinty heart." modern/car2902/Z300134413,449435,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Norn (2) (1990),1950,14,,"But was it art? We asked the French, who said",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"But was it art? We asked the French, who said La nature est un temple où less vivants sont less piliers, which was at least not wrong but did it answer us? Old Christo's head rolled from its box, wrapped in rough manila. 'The pillars of the temple are the dead,' it said, 'packed up and bonded into led.' Jowls of hemp smelled sweet Like crushed vanilla. But his descendant in her flying-suit carefully put the head back in its place. 'Of course it's art', she said, 'we just use men. Pygmalion God it inside out, poor bruit. For all they've been made art, they've not lost face. They'll lift the polythene, be men again'." c20-english/car2902/Z300134390,439677,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,"Thomas Young, M.A. (St Andrews) (1990)",1950,14,,"‘Yes, I taught Milton. He was a sharp boy.",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"'Yes, I taught Milton. He was a sharp boy. He never understood predestination, but then who does, within the English nation? I did my best to let him see what joy there must be in observing the damnation of those whom God makes truly reprobate: the fair percentage does not decreate heaven, but gives all angels the elation they are justly decreed to have deserved. We took a short tour up to Auchterarder, where there are strong found sergeants of the creed, but John could only ask how God was served by those who neither stand nor wait, their ardour rabid (he said) to expunge virtue's seed?'" english/edwards2/Z200344698,610612,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXV.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;Who well repay'st thy pious parents care,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Joseph, the worthy Son of worthy Sire, Who well repay'st thy pious parents care To train thee in the ways of Virtue fair, And early with the Love of Truth inspire, What farther can my closing eyes desire To see, but that by wedlock thou repair The waste of death; and raise a virtuous heir To built our House, ever I in peace retire? Youth is the time for Love: Then choose a Wife, With prudence choose; 'this Nature's genuine voice; And what she truly dictates must be good; Neglected once that prime, our remnant life Is soured, or saddened, by and ill-timed choice, Or lonely, dull, and friendless solitude." english/sewardan/Z300482300,977339,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XCVII. TO A COFFIN‐LID.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Sickness, and pain, debility, and woes,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Thou silent door of our eternal sleep, Sickness, and pain, debility, and woes, All the dire train of ills existence knows, Thou shuttest out for ever! -- Why then weep This fixed tranquillity, -- so long! -- so deep! In a dear Father's clay-cold from? -- where rose No energy, enlivening Health bestows, Thro' many a tedious year, that used to creep In languid deprivation; while the flame Of intellect, resplendent once confessed, Dark, and more dark, each passing day became. Now that angelic lights the Soul invest, Calm let me yield to thee a joyless frame, Thou silent Door of Everlasting Rest." english/rawnsley/Z200472295,453680,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"The Battle of Liao‐Yang September 1st, 1904.",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;Grey comes the noon, and over fell and flood",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Grim dawned the day beneath a blood-red bar, Grey comes the noon, and over fell and flood A sense of desolation seems to brood Sorrow and loss; with echoes from afar The clouds upon Helvellyn smoke of war, The moorland welters purple-dark with blood, While all the world looks on in wistful mood Where fierce Mikado shocks with mighty Tsar. This is a day of battles! since Sedan The thunder of this day has never died, The crash of empire has not passed away; Lord God of battles, when shall lust and pride Cease, and beneath Love's universal sway The Nations rest confederate man with man?" english/sewardan/Z300482219,259103,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XVI. TRANSLATED FROM BOILEAU.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Of votaries, who for trite ideas thrown",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Apollo, at his crowded altars, tired Of votaries, who for trite ideas thrown Into lose verse, assume, in lofty tone, The Poet's name, untaught, and uninspired, Indignant struck the Lyre. -- Straight it acquired New powers, and complicate. Then first was known The rigorous Sonnet, to be framed alone By duteous bards, or by just taste admired. -- Go, energetic Sonnet, go, he cried, And be the test of skill! -- For rhymes that flow Regardless of thy rules, their destined guide, Yet take thy name, ah! let the boaster's know That with strict sway my jealous laws preside, While I no wreaths on rebel verse bestow." english/rawnsley/Z300472881,384474,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Dean Oakley.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"Among the hills that often gave you call,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Here am I wrapped about with sun and showers Among the hills that often gave you call, Blue hills that gleamed so near to Carlisle's wall, That seemed so far from dark Mancunium's towers; And you are wrapped about with cloud of flowers, Or lie beneath the purple sunless pall, In some sad Cymric village, and tears fall, And Bells' are muffled, for the Lord of mowers Has, in His June-tide mowing, touched your field: But God does know that never heart did beat For poor man's wants and woes with surer heat, And they who follow on Christ's sheaves to bind In fallows where you sowed, shall surely find Life's joy hath increase, Love -- a larger yield." english/rawnsley/Z300472800,852087,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,X. SEA SYMPATHY.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"Of earthly calls, as frivolous as loud,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Weighed down beneath the inevitable press Of earthly calls, as frivolous as loud, Hemmed in and vexed with the persistent crowd Of things to do, that done are nothingness, When lips that might have sung are musicless For want of silent hearing, and the proud Exacting hours move on behind a shroud Of thought towards a tomb that none can bless; Then let the singer seek a lonely shore -- There, Like a man that dreams and walks in swoon, Wrapped all about with voices, lo, the din That shuts the world without, shuts thought within, And ocean, echoing to his heart's profound, Shall stir his soul and melody restore." c20-english/ep20136/Z300598692,632792,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Harrison, Tony, 1937-",1937.0,4. The People's Palace,1967,14,,Shuffling in felt goloshes saves the floor,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Shuffling in felt galoshes saves the floor from the unexpected guests of history who queue all day to see what once was for the fruits of just one bonsai family tree. IUSTITIA and POMONA in their crates. Come winter and the art, all cordoned off, 'S wired to a us import anti-theft device and opened only for researching prof. and patineur from Academe who skates those ballrooms patterned Like cracked Baikal ice buffing the princely parquets for the few who'll see them reproduced in some review. Watch that elegant glissade as he yahoos into the soundproof pile of overshoes." american/am0092/Z200146058,274940,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Seeger, Alan, 1886-1916",1886.0,SONNET V,1916,14,Poems (1917),Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay Over the terrace flows the thronged cafe; The boulevards are streams of hurrying found; And through the streets, Like veins when they abound, The lust for pleasure throbs itself away. Here let me live, here let me still pursue Phantoms of bliss that beckon and recede, -- Thy strange allurements, City that I love, Maze of romance, where I have followed too The dream Youth treasures of its dearest needs And stars beyond thy towers bring tidings of." english/rawnsley/Z200472334,687233,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XIII. IL BEL AND HIGH STREET.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),"Almighty power, or dread Typhonic praised,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Whether they knew their God as Ill or El, Almighty power, or dread Typhonic praised, By yond high altar old-world ashes raised, The painted Briton learned the name of Bel; In Hope's of Heaven, he lit the fires of hell; The beasts shrank off, afar the eagle gazed, Helvellyn answered, Scaw and Gavel blazed, And Farleton flared responses to Crossfell. The Roman came, and back the eagles yelled, Their brazen wings through those Phœnician fires Swooped scathless, scattering ashes all abroad; Awhile the axes rang, the trees were felled, And up the heights the jangling yoke and tires Proclaimed the gospel of the Latin road." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683491,684925,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET I, 351 (396)",1971,14,,Speak,,,1900-1950,"Speak in the matter, in the succulent spring the great unwieldy Brutus's rise. It happened then. A pity aught to have been observed. Fortune had given us both since the hope failed in his heart, had not deceived him, had not intended, would not have." english/rawnsley/Z300472844,367108,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,The Dying Kaiser.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;That made the new‐found Alexander great,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Kaiser, with thrice the tale of royal years That made the newfound Alexander great, At length thou nearest the mysterious gate To mingle with the kings of old -- thy peers -- And find few mightier. Lo! thy forehead wears A crown, whence, even in heaven, will scintillate The rainbow lights of love; thy cloak of state Is jeweled with a nation's loyal tears. But when the dread rememberable day Shall call thee from the kingdom thou hast made To that high court, where kings as Subject's stand, At least the vows we vow, the prayers we prey, Shall go before through silence and the shade, And give thee welcome home to Fatherland!" english/rawnsley/Z200472539,904653,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"IN THE BLUMENTHAL, MURREN",1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;By this world's use benumbed or crushed by ills,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Bring the tired hearts whom Nature's power can aid, By this world's use benumbed or crushed by ills, Here to the crescent circle of these hills, Where sit the kings of winter snow-arrayed. Hence shall you watch clouds born, see thunder made, Catch the 'Monk's' music with his thousand rills, And feel what fear the 'Trembling Valley' fills When Jungfrau roars her ceaseless cannonade. And if at all the terror of the place, The unapproachable weight of wonder, make The soul shrink back, and sense of beauty fail, Let soldanella's thousands, and the raze Of sulphur wind-flowers and the crocus pale Bid fearless love and reverend joy awake." english/marstonp/Z400425615,968929,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Marston, Philip Bourke, 1850-1887",1850.0,SONNET LII. PARTING WORDS.,1880,14,The Collected Poems (1892),"&indent;Good‐by, for now the wind blows loud and long;",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Good-by, O love! once more I hold your hand: Good-by, for now the wind blows loud and long; The ship is ready, and the waves are strong To bear me far away from this your strand: I know the sea that I shall cross, the land Whereto I journey, and the forms that throng Its palaces and shrines; I know the sung That they alone can sing and understand. But promise me, O love, before I go That sometime, when the sun and wind are low, You, walking in the old familiar ways Thronged with grey phantoms of the buried days, Will, looking seaward, say, ""I wonder now How fares it with him in the distant place?""" english/hannaypa/Z300385827,313736,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet X.,1659,14,The Nightingale [etc.] (1622),"And sealed mournes, till it regaine his sight,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"As does Solsequium lover of the light, When Sol is absent lock her golden leaves, And sealed mourns, till it regain his sighed, Whose flaming rays soon countervails it's griefs. Far more thy absence me of rest bereaves. The hoped-Morne the Marigold does cherish: But when my Sun this blessed horizon leaves, Hopeless of light my joys in darkness perish. Stay then my Sun, make this thy Zodiacke, And move, but make my arms to be the sphere: Make me thy West, with me thy lodging take, Moue to my breast, and make thy setting there. So shall be more glad of thy decline, Then Phœbus-floure when he begins to shine." english/rawnsley/Z200472393,548002,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,LXXII. THE CHURCHYARD.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),Of warm continual Summer: thither fly—,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Days are there in the seasons of our mind Of warm continual Summer: thither fly -- Led by the soft sure hand of memory -- For genial sun, cold words and thoughts unkind. And days perpetual Winter you shall find, Chill, barren, silent: thither slowlier High Passionate thoughts, to feel the frost and die, Or flutter back upon a cooler wind. And such art thou by Brathay's rushing stream; Winter and Summer in thy holy ground Walk hand in hand, nor sun nor snow-times cease: And if at all the world too icy seem, With love and warmth glad marriage-bells resound; If anger stir, dear dead ones beckon peace." english/edwards2/Z200344699,284276,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXVI.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Her Virtue, not confin'd to time or place,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"""With prudence choose a Wife"" -- Be thy first care Her Virtue, not confined to time or place, Or worn for show; but on Religion's base Well-founded, easy, free, and debonair, Next rose-cheeked Modesty, beyond compare The best cosmetic of the Virgin's face; Neatness, which doubles every female grace; And Temper mild, thy joys and griefs to share; Beauty in true proportion rather choose Than colour, fit to grace thy social board, Chear thy chaste bed, and honest offspring rear; With these seek Prudence well to guide thy house, Untainted Birth, and, if thy state afford, Do not, when such the prize, for Fortune square." english/rawnsley/Z300472869,316735,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Charles Kingsley. 1819–75.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),&indent;We crossed the bay of Danish Hubba's woe;,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"By wave-bruised Baggy Point, smooth Croyda's head, We crossed the bay of Danish Hubba's woe; High over the sea-grey beach of Westward Ho The dunes on which thy sun its magic shed, Gleamed doubly radiant; but our eyes were led To that white beacon-tower the sailors know, Star of the shoals where Taw and Torridge flow, Friend for the lost, home-bringer from the dead. For thou in perilous times of dark didst stand A beacon true no wanderer could reprove, Whether he tossed on doubt's unresting sea, Or groped his way through reason's shifting sand, And many a soul steered straight for home by thee, Thou pure white tower of fire and faith and love." english/rawnsley/Z300472855,385492,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,Sir John Franklin. 1786–1847.,1881,14,Valete: Tennyson [etc.] (1893),"&indent;Turn in continual service to the Pole,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When from this street young Franklin watched the Bear Turn in continual service to the Pole, He must have marveled with what strange control That atom swayed the constellation near, Some influence sure of that mysterious sphere Touched then the mighty magnet of his soul, To hold high purpose to its mighty goal, And bid him for the cruel northland steer. Haply -- for we who crawl upon this earth Are moved by wings we wot not of at all -- From that far world a message at his birth Grew as he grew, and framed his spirit's call, And this poor town in humbleness has given Proof that the patriot's heart is born in Heaven!" english/rawnsley/Z200472348,408612,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XXVII. THE LAKE MIRROR: IN AUTUMN.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),"Had blossomed branchy gold, and half in fear,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"We sailed from cape to cape, whose headlands gray Had blossomed branchy gold, and half in fear, Through liquid mirrors of the Autumn mere, We ventured in amongst the leafy sway Of watery woodland, and the russet spray Of fern and rosy brier, reflected clear, Set dancing by the prow as we drew near, To grow to stillness as we passed away. That day the glory of two world's was ours, A depth and height of faint autumnal sky, A double pageant of the painted wood: And as we stole upon a summer flood, Marbled by snow the mountain tops close by Spoke from warm depths of Winter's nearing hours." english-ed2/ep2381/Z300658191,667483,,English Poetry,"Gore-Booth, Eva, 1870-1926",1870.0,SONNET,1900,14,Poems of Eva Gore-Booth: Complete Edition: with The Inner Life of a Child and Letters and a Biographical Introduction by Esther Roper: with Portraits (1929),"&indent;With mystic providence of food and wine,",y,,1850-1900,"They who rise satiate from Life's banquet, spread With mystic providence of food and wine, Would worship something for and outward sign That they are grateful, being fully fed. Thus do they reverence golden calves instead Of God, and all high thoughts resign, Mistake abundance for the life Divine, Fulfilment for the secret of the dead. They shall not probe the mysteries of pain, The primal truths, whose feet have never trod Life's barren wilderness of strife and strain, Nor learned among her solitudes that God Not Satan is the spirit that denies, -- The life and essence of self-sacrifice." english/smithcha/Z300489010,974261,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXXXVII. WRITTEN IN OCTOBER.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;The faded foliage of another year,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"The blasts of Autumn as they scatter round The faded foliage of another year, And muttering many a sad and solemn found, Drive the pale fragments over the stubble sere, Are well attuned to my dejected mood; (Ah! better far than airs that breathe of Spring!) While the high rooks, that hoarsely clamouring Seek in black phalanx the half-leafless wood, I rather hear, than that enraptured lay Harmonious, and of Love and Pleasure born, Which from the golden furze, or flowering thorn Awakes the Shepherd in the ides of May; Nature delights me most when most she mourns, For never more to me the Spring of Hope returns!" english/edwards2/Z200344708,295118,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XLV.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Presid'st, the feuds of jarring Chiefs to 'swage,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Thou, who successive in that honoured Seat Presid'st, the feuds of jarring Chiefs to 'suage, To check the boisterous force of Party rage, Raise modest worth, and guide the high debate; Sometimes retiring from the toils of State, Thou turnest that' instructive Greek or Roman page, Or what our British Bards of later age In scarce inferior numbers can relate: Amid this feast of mind, when ""Fancie's Child,"" Sweet Shakespear, raps the Soul to virtuous deed, When Spenser warbling tunes his Doric lays, Or the first Man from Paradise exiled Great Milton sings; can aught my rustic reed Presume to found, that may deserve thy praise?" english/rawnsley/Z300472776,716333,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"XVIII. SUNSET LIGHTS ON THE WINDOWS OF SAINT MARY'S CHURCH, WHITBY.",1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"And steals the headlands one by one from sight,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"When gray September mingles sea and sky, And steals the headlands one by one from sighed, Saint Mary's Church is filled with sudden light, And old men stare, and babes clap hands and cry. A ruby jewel, burns the Tower's one eye; The western windows, palpitating bright, Leap into flame. Such glory on the height Must well-nigh rouse the dead men where they lie. Is it some priestly pageant of old Rome, With pomp of torch and heaped-up altar fire, Has set the Church at vesper hour ablaze? Or have the Saints in glory hither come, To bid us, though' the sun sink, still aspire To light the world they loved with prayer and praise?" english/rawnsley/Z200472675,127286,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,X. HARLECH.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),"High o'er the sands a headland rock, o'ergrown",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Above the waves shine out the milkwhite sands, High over the sands a headland rock, overgrown With ivy, wears a castle for its crown, And gold with soft sea-lichen, Harlech stands. Sighs of a captive maid, the fierce commands Of Collwyn, mad with Gwynedd, and the frown Of Owain Glyndwr struggling for his own, And Anjou's Margaret wringing anguished hands, -- These, Harlech, at thy bidding start from sleep. But most, when winds are hushed, and tides are low, From thy round-towered sanctuary steals A tramp of men, a clash of armed heels, And by the music's mellow march I know How, four years long, great David held the keep." english/smithcha/Z300488918,97955,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET V. TO THE SOUTH DOWNS.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Your beechen shades, ‘your turf, your flowers among,’",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Ah! hills beloved! -- where once, and happy child, Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,' I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild, And woke your echoes with my artless sung. Ah! hills beloved! -- your turf, your flowers remain; But can they peace to this sad breast restore, For one poor moment sooth the sense of pain, And teach a breaking heart to throb no more? And you, Aruna! -- in the vale below, As to the sea your limpid waves you bear, Can you one kind Lethean cup bestow, To drink a long oblivion to my care? Ah! no! -- when all, even Hope's last ray is gone, There's no oblivion -- but in death alone!" english/rawnsley/Z200472291,790582,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"L'Entente Cordiale April, 1904.",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;Drave furrow, and the Rhine's tumultuous hand",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Not since the moving ice-pack's mighty blow Drave furrow, and the Rhine's tumultuous hand Scooped out the Downs and severed strand from strand, Has nation yearned to nation more than now; Each night from every headland's dusky brow Stars flame congratulation, land to land Draws near each dawn by some enchanter's wand, And ocean tides in narrower channel flow. England! when Crecy, Poitiers, Agincourt Fade, and the roar of fateful Waterloo Sounds but in dream, how glorious in the van, Of kings who strove for Peace shall stand the man Whose will did more than craft of state could do, Who out of night's mistrust love's morning brought." c20-american/am20078/Z300215156,107739,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Slater, Eleanor, 1903-",1903.0,CHALLENGE.,1933,14,,"I care not if they bear it to the gods,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"I throw my challenge to the winds of heaven. I care not if they bear it to the gods, Or brandish it through Hell, or call the Seven To drop it at their feet. Daring all odds, I fling my gauntlet in the teeth of Power And darkness. Pick it up who will, -- I care not. I may regret, perhaps, this bragging hour, But stoop I won't, and look behind I dare not. Old eyes look down and smile. Old heads are shaking. ""Too noisy confidence,"" they say, ""without Enough fulfillment, -- Folly undertaking To reach to God with one unholy shout."" -- -- Unholy? -- no. But, sacrilege or truth, -- I fling to God the challenge of my youth." english/cottonch/Z300321534,770930,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,Sonnet. II. [Marg'ret of humbler stature by the head],1660,14,Poems on Several Occasions (1689),Is (as it oft falls out with yellow hair),y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Marg'ret of humbler stature by the head Is (as it oft falls out with yellow hair) Than her fair Sister, yet so much more fair, As her pure white is better mixed with read. This, hotter than the other ten to one, Longs to be put unto her Mothers trade, And loud proclaims she lives too long a Maid, Wishing for one t'untie her Virgin Zone. She finds Virginity a kind of beware That's very very troublesome to bear, And being gone, she thinks will never be missed: And yet withal the Girl has so much grace, To call for help I know she wants the face, Though asked, I know not how she would resist." english/sewardan/Z300482267,221606,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,"SONNET LXIV. TO MR HENRY CARY, ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS SONNETS.",1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Severest of the orders that belong,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Prais'd be the Poet, who the Sonnet's claim, Severest of the order that belong Distinct and separate to the Delphic sung, Shall venerate, nor its appropriate name Lawless assume. Peculiar is its frame, From him derived, who shunned the city throng, And warbled sweet thy rocks and streams among, Lonely Valclusa! -- and that heir of fame, Our greater Milton, hath, by many a lay Form'd on that arduous model, fully shown That English verse may happily display Those strict energic measures, which alone Deserve the name of Sonnet, and convey A grandeur, grace and spirit, all their own." english/smithcha/Z300489012,881783,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXXXIX. TO THE SUN.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;I watch “the opening eyelids of the Morn,”",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Whether awakened from unquiet rest I watch ""the opening eyelids of the Morn,"" When thou, O Sun! from Ocean's silvered breast Emerging, bidst another day be born -- Or whither in thy path of cloudless blue, Thy noontide fires I mark with dazzled eyes; Or to the West thy radiant course pursue, Veil'd in the gorgeous broidery of the skies, Celestial lamp! thy influence bright and warm That renovates the world with life and light Shines not for me -- for never more the from I loved -- so fondly loved, shall bless my sighed; And nought thy rays illumine, now can charm My misery, or to day convert my night!" english/marstonp/Z400425576,720077,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Marston, Philip Bourke, 1850-1887",1850.0,SONNET XIII. EXPIATION.,1880,14,The Collected Poems (1892),"&indent;The slightest grief, or for the smallest space",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"O love! if I have ever in thee wrought The slightest grief, or for the smallest space Troubled the happy calmness of thy face, Then may my soul be blasted by the thought: May it be made my curse, till I am brought, Through nights of anguish and through bitter days, To stand at length before God's judgement place, Where all man's strength comes utterly to nought. Then, though on earth I had grown good as Christ, Done all fair, righteous things, and sacrificed Myself for man, God shall no mercy show, But damn me utterly; and should Christ turn To plead, His intercession I will spurn; And say, ""Nay, God, 'to is just; Lord, even so!""" english/rawnsley/Z200472239,791786,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,"To Sir Alfred Milner After a Parliamentary Debate, 1900.",1881,14,A Sonnet Chronicle (1906),"&indent;Rail at you, you whose honour was increased",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Tho' men who love their party more than life Rail at you, you whose honour was increased By Isis, in the West and in the East, I know your truth is keener than the knife Of calumny -- Tho' traitorous words are rife, And veiled sedition works unseen as yeast, I feel your justice done to great and least Shall yet prevail to heal this bitter strife. For I remember in our Balliol days, Old for your time and serious for your years, What manly soul you showed us in debate, And I have faith that even the men who hate Shall own the silent will that perseveres Sought right in utter carelessness of praise." english-ed2/ep2552/Z200670640,679275,,English Poetry,"Daley, Victor J. (Victor James), 1858-1905.",1858.0,DEATH,1888,14,At Dawn and Dusk: by Victor J. Daley (1898),&indent;Like drops of blood great thoughts that through the night,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"The awful seers of old, who wrote in words Like drops of blood great thoughts that through the night Of ages burn, as eyes of lions light Deep jungle-dusks; who smote with songs Like swords The soul of man on its most secret chords, And made the heart of him a harp to smite, -- Where are they? where that old man lorn of sighed, The king of sung among these laureled lords? But where are all the ancient singing-spheres That burst through chaos Like the summer's breath Through icebound seas where never seaman steers? Burnt out. Gone down. No star remembereth These stars and seers well-silenced through the years -- The songless years of everlasting death." english-ed2/ep2552/Z200670642,347492,,English Poetry,"Daley, Victor J. (Victor James), 1858-1905.",1858.0,CHRISTMAS IN AUSTRALIA,1888,14,At Dawn and Dusk: by Victor J. Daley (1898),"&indent;Thou comest not to us amid the snows,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"O day, the crown and crest of all the year! Thou comest not to us amid the snows, But midmost of the reign of the read rose; Our hearts have not yet lost the ancient cheer That filled our father's' simple hearts when sere The leaves fell, and the winds of Winter froze The waters won, and carols at the close Of yester-eve sang the Child Christ anear. And so we hail thee with a greeting high, And drain to thee a draught of our own wine, Forgetful not beneath this bluer sky Of that old motherland beyond the brine, Whose grey skies gladden as thou drawest nigh, O day of God's goodwill the seal and sign!" english-ed2/ep2412/Z200659607,336708,,English Poetry,"Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877",1856.0,Sonnet.—A VISION.,1886,14,A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields by Toru Dutt: A New Edition (1880),"And gaining nothing at the sport but tears,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Loving at twelve years old a cousin young, And gaining nothing at the sport but tears, I said that God, who all things sees and hears, Shall see me carve, the forest-boughs among, Her name today. Over and abyss there clung A tree: I chosen it, and with Hope's and fears Reached its slant summit. 'Now through all the years,' Said I descending, 'shall this token hung Witness my love,' but sudden, clothed in white, A lady fair whom I had never seen Stood at my side: 'What thou hast done is right, But in thy heart will nothing low or mean This love efface or leastwise shade and screen? Place that love, rather, on a pure, safe height!'" english/rawnsley/Z200472549,180802,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,THE JUNGFRAU UNVEILED FROM WENGERN ALP,1881,14,Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy (1899),"&indent;The Trumlenthal was filled with awe and sound,",y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Loud torrent voices bellowed through the missed, The Trumlenthal was filled with awe and found, We almost felt the avalanche shake the ground, As downward through the cloud the ice-balls hissed; Then, Like a lover, lo! the strong sun kissed His virgin-bride, the veil that clung around Was tenderly disparted, snowy-crowned Her glorious head to azure heights uprist. Even as I gazed the marvel seemed to grow, For on her breast a flowing scarf was seen, Fold upon fold translucently revealed, Part silver-frosted and part emerald-green, -- I knew not which was fairer, crown of snow, Or that deep-wrinkled, wondrous glacier-field." c20-english/car2902/Z300134406,689530,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Gangs (1990),1950,14,,"Naw naw, there's nae big wurds here, there ye go.",,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. See yours, and Dan's, and mine, that's three chibs. We'll soon hiv a team. Whit's that? Non-Index-Linked! Did you hear it? Look! Tiny Global Recession! C'moan then, ya bams, Ah'll take you. Market Power fae Drum! Dave, man, get up. Dave! Ach, ye're no near it. Ah'm oan ma tod. But they'll no take a len a me, Ah'm no dead yet, or deif, or dumb!" english/rawnsley/Z200472357,299968,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,XXXVI. THE SQUIRREL.,1881,14,Sonnets at the English Lakes (1882),Pricking thy tasselled ears in hope to tell,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Light-hearted dweller in the voiceless wood, Pricking thy tasseled ears in hope to tell Where, under, in thy haste, the acorn fell: Now, for excess of summer in thy blood, Running through all thy tricksy change of mood, Or vaulting upward to thy citadel To seek the mossy nest, thy miser-cell, And chuckle over the winter's hoard of food. Miser? I do thee wrong to call thee so, For, from the swinging larch-plumes overhead, In showers of whispering music thou dost shed Gold, thick as dust, wherever thy light feet go: Keep, busy Almoner, thy gifts of gold! Be still! mine eyes ask only to behold." c20-english/ep30127/Z300606335,359384,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Ramanujan, A. K., 1929-",1929.0,Sonnet,1959,14,,Time moves in and out of me,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Time moves in and out of me a stream of found, a breeze, and electric current that seeks the ground, liquids that transpire through my veins, stems and leaves towards the skies to make fog and missed around the trees. Mornings brown into evenings before I turn around in the day. Postage stamps, words of unwritten letters complete with commas, misplaced leases and passports, excuses and blame swirl through the night and take me far away from home as time moves in and out of me." english/rawnsley/Z300472799,584953,1870-1899 Later Nineteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Rawnsley, H. D. (Hardwicke Drummond), 1851-1920",1851.0,IX. FLAMBOROUGH.,1881,14,Sonnets Round the Coast (1887),But these far‐gleaming promontories glow,y,Sonnet,1850-1900,"Headland of flame, thy tower may flash by night, But these far-gleaming promontories glow Through missed or sunshine, citadels of snow; Above the gloomy waters, dancing light Plays in each shadowy hall and lucent bite, And wondering tides clap hands of awe, and go By milkwhite monolith and portico, With swift return, as if for sheer delight. But he who wanders in thy hollow caves Will hear a wailing murmur, see the stain Like blood, in pool and on the pavement thrown; As though for all the wash of cleansing waves The signs of Ida's struggle must remain, When on the heights he wone Northumbria's crown." c20-english/car2902/Z300134401,594677,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Travellers (1) (1990),1950,14,,The universe is like a trampoline.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The universe is Like a trampoline. We chosen a springy clump near Arrochar and with the first jump shot passed Barnard's Star. The universe is Like a tambourine. We clashed a brace of planets as we swung some rolling unknown ringing system up above our heads, and kicked it too. To sup, sleep, recoup, we dropped to the House of Tongue. The universe is Like a trampoline. Tongue threw us into a satellite bank. We photographed a mole; a broach; the moon. The universe is Like a tambourine. We stretched out, shook Saturn, its janglings sank and leapt till it was neither night nor noon." english/edwards2/Z200344695,902145,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;And every Grace to foe! what wayward fate,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"O born in luckless hour, with every Muse And every Grace to foe! what wayward fate Drives thee with fell and unrelenting hate Each choicest work of Genius to abuse? Suffic'd it not with sacrilegious views Great Shakespear's awful shade to violate: And His fair Paradise contaminate, Whom impious Lauder blushes to accuse. Must Pope, thy friend, mistaken hapless barred! (To prove no sprig of laurel ever can grow Unblasted by thy venom) must he groan, Now daubed with flattery, now by censure scarred, Disguis'd, deformed, and made the public show In motley weeds, and colours not his own?" english/smithcha/Z300488969,816532,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LVI. THE CAPTIVE ESCAPED IN THE WILDS OF AMERICA. ADDRESSED TO THE HON. MRS. O'NEILL.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;The breathless Captive gain some trackless glade,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"If, by his torturing, savage foes untraced, The breathless Captive gain some trackless glade, Yet hears the war-whoop howl along the waste, And dreads the reptile-monsters of the shade; The giant reeds that murmur round the flood, Seem to conceal some hideous from beneath; And every hollow blast that shakes the wood, Speaks to his trembling heart of woe and death. With horror fraught, and desolate dismay, On such a wanderer falls the starless night; But if, far streaming, a propitious ray Leads to some amicable fort his sighed, He hails the beam benign that guides his way, As I, my Harriet, bless thy friendship's cheering light." modern/car2902/Z300134407,577198,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,After a Death (1990),1950,14,,A writer needs nothing but a table.,,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 goes down, calls out for help he will not give. Examine yourself! He is afraid to. But that is not quite true, I saw him look into that terrible place, let him live at least with what is eternally due to love that lies in earth in cold Carluke." modern/car2902/Z300134383,227004,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Pilate at Fortingall (1990),1950,14,,A Latin harsh with Aramaicisms,,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 stone all day. 'See him now.' He crawled to the cattle-trough at dusk, jumbled the water till it sloshed and spilled into the hoof-mush in blue strands, slapped with useless despair each sodden cuff, and washed his hands, and watched his hands, and washed his hands, and watched his hands, and washed his hands." english/ayresphi/Z300265593,799675,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. Love's Contrariety.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;With heat I melt, when starv'd to death with cold.",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"I Make no War, and yet no Peace have found, With heat I melt, when starved to death with cold. I soar to Heav'n, whil groveling on the Ground, Embrace the World, yet nothing do I hold. I'm not confined, yet cannot I depart, Nor lose the Chain, though not a Captive led; Love kills me not, yet wounds me to the Heart, Will neither have m'alive, nor have me dead. Being blind, I see; not having voice, I cry: I wish for Death, while I of Life make choice; I hate my self, yet love you tenderly; Do feed of Tears, and in my Grief rejoice. Thus, Cynthia, all my Health is but Disease; Both Life and Death do equally displease." english/masonwil/Z200426364,22256,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mason, William, 1725-1797",1725.0,"TO ROBERT EARL OF HOLDERNESSE, BARON D'ARCY, MENIL AND CONYERS, LORD WARDEN OF HIS MAJESTY'S CINQUE PORTS, AND GOVERNOR OF DOVER CASTLE. SONNET.",1755,14,The Works (1811),"&indent;Smit with the love of Song, my youth essay'd,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"D'arcy, to thee, whatever of happier vein, Smit with the love of Song, my youth essayed, This verse devotes from Aston's secret shade, Where lettered Ease, thy gift, endears the scene. Here, as the light-winged moments glide serene, I weave the bower, around the tufted mead In careless flow the simple pathway led, And strew with many a rose the Shaved green. So, to deceive my solitary days, With rural toils ingenuous arts I blend, Secure from envy, negligent of praise, Yet not unknown to fame, if D'Arcy lend His wonted smile to dignify my lays, The Muse's Patron, but the Poet's Friend." english/sewardan/Z300482233,600329,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXX.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Breathe of past years, to all their joys allied;",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"That sung again! -- its sounds my bosom thrill, Breathe of passed years, to all their joys allied; And, as the notes through' my soothed spirits glide, Dear recollection's choicest sweets distil, Soft as the morn's calm Due on yonder hill, When slants the sun upon its grassy side, Tinging the brooks that many a mead divide With lines of gilded light; and blue, and still, The distant lake stands gleaming in the vale. Sing, yet once more, that well-remembered strain, Which oft made vocal every passing gale In days long fled, in Pleasure's golden reign, The youth of changed Honora! -- now it wears Her air -- her smile -- spells of the vanished years!" english/downmanh/Z300341598,866834,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XXXII. To Mr. BLACKALL.,1770,14,"Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791)","Go Muse, where'er the powers of health reside,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Not having struck, for me, the lyre in vain, Go Muse, wherever the powers of health reside, Whether by fountain brim, on hill, or plain, In forest wild, or by the roaring tide Of the salt deep! tune each pathetic string, Let them with sweetest energy resound! The prayer of conjugal affection bring! Show all her tender progeny around, And take from them notes which might pierce the ear Of the grim lioness, or rugged bear, Nay even senseless things, to pity sway! Lead on the genial powers! and bid them shed Nature's all-healing balm on Blackall's head; Else, how with smiles shall he approve thy lay!" english/hannaypa/Z300385816,355343,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet II.,1659,14,The Nightingale [etc.] (1622),Willing her Master‐peece should then be wroght,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Experienc'd nature in this latter age, Willing her Master-peece should then be wrought Such my fair Caelia set on earth's large stage, As all the Gods in emulation brought; For they did think, if Nature only might Brag of her worth, she should insult over them. Wherefore they 'greed to have and equal right, That they of her perfection part might claim, Pallas gave wisdom, Juno stateliness, And the mild morning gave her modesty: The Graces carriage, Uenus loveliness, And chaste Diana choicest chastity: Thus heaven and earth their powers did combine To make her perfect; kind love make her mine." english/sewardan/Z300482301,795774,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XCVIII.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Industrious habits can, at times, repress",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Since my grieved mind some energy regains, Industrious habits can, at times, repress The weight of filial woe, the deep distress Of life-long separation; yet its pains, Oft do they throb along these fevered veins. -- My rest has lost its balm, the found caress Wont the dear aged forehead to impress At midnight, as he slept; -- nor now obtains My uprising the blessed news, that could impart Joy to the morning, when its dawn had brought Some health to that weak frame, over whichmy heart With fearful fondness yearned and anxious thought. -- Time, and the Hope that robs the mortal dart Of its fell sting, shall cheer me -- as they aught." c20-english/car2902/Z300134404,718585,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Matt McGinn (1990),1950,14,,"We cannot see it, it keeps changing so.",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"We cannot see it, it keeps changing so. All round us, in and out, above, below, at evening, phantom figures come and go, silently, just a magic shadow show. A hoarse voice singing come love watch with me was all we herd on that fog-shrouded bank. We thought we saw him, but if so, he sank into the irrecoverable sea. Dear merry man, what is your country now? Does it keep changing? Will we ever see it? A crane, a backcourt, and accordion? Or sherbet dabs, henna, and jasmin brow? The book is clasped, and time will never free it. Mektub. The caravan winds jangling on." english/miscell2/Z300438884,954319,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET X. [O&wblank;, great meed shalt thou receive]",1729,14,,"&indent;Great meed of fame, thou and thy learn'd compeer,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"O&wblank;, great meed shalt thou receive, Great meed of fame, thou and thy learned compear, Who 'gainst the sceptic's doubt, and scorner's sneer, Assert those heavenborn truths, which you believe. In elder time thus heroes wont achieve Renown, they held the faith of Jesus dear, And round their ivy-crown, or laureled spear, Blush'd not religion's olive branch to weave. Thus Raleigh, thus immortal Sidney shone (Illustrious names) in great Elisa's days. Nor doubt his promise firm, that such who own In evil times, undaunted, though alone, His glorious truth, such he will crown with praise, And glad agnize before his Father's throne." c20-english/car2902/Z300134413,735230,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Norn (2) (1990),1950,14,,"But was it art? We asked the French, who said",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"But was it art? We asked the French, who said La nature est un temple où less vivants sont less piliers, which was at least not wrong but did it answer us? Old Christo's head rolled from its box, wrapped in rough manila. 'The pillars of the temple are the dead,' it said, 'packed up and bonded into led.' Jowls of hemp smelled sweet Like crushed vanilla. But his descendant in her flying-suit carefully put the head back in its place. 'Of course it's art', she said, 'we just use men. Pygmalion God it inside out, poor bruit. For all they've been made art, they've not lost face. They'll lift the polythene, be men again'." english/sewardan/Z300482253,452152,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET L.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;A secret consciousness to what degree,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"In every breast affection fires, there dwells A secret consciousness to what degree They are themselves beloved. -- We hourly see Th' involuntary proof, that either quells, Or aught to quell false Hope's, -- or sets us free From pained distrust; -- but, O, the misery! Weak self-delusion timidly repels The lights obtrusive -- shrinks from all that tells Unwelcome truths, and vainly seeks repose For startled fondness, in the opiate balm Of kind profession, though', perchance, it flows To hush complaint -- O! in belief's clear calm, Or 'mid the lurid clouds of doubt, we find Love rise the sun, or comet of the mind." english/sewardan/Z300482263,423390,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LX.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;The little Naiad of the Downton wave,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Why viewest thou, Edwy, with disdainful mien, The little Naiad of the Downton wave, High 'mid the rocks, where her clear waters lave The circling, gloomy basin? -- In such scene, Silent, sequestered, few demand, I ween, That last perfection Phidian chisels gave. Dimly the soft and musing from is seen In the hushed shelly, shadowy, lone concave. -- As sleeps her pure, though' darkling fountain there I love to recollect her, stretched supine Upon its mossy brink, with pendent hair, As dripping over the flood. -- Ah! well combine Such gentle graces, modest, pensive, fair, To aid the magic of her watery shrine." english/smithcha/Z300488929,630597,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XVI. FROM PETRARCH.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Ye feather'd people, tenants of the grove!",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Ye vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours! Ye feathered people, tenants of the grove! And you, bright stream! befringed with shrubs and flowers, Behold my grief, you witnesses of love! For you beheld my infant passion rise, And saw through' years unchanged my faithful flame; Now cold, in dust, the beauteous object lies, And you, you conscious scenes, are still the same! While busy Memory still delights to dwell On all the charms these bitter tears deplore, And with a trembling hand describes too well The angel from I shall behold no more! To Heaven she's fled! and nought to me remains But the pale ashes which her urn contains." english/edwards2/Z200344700,535133,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXVII. On the Death of Miss J. M.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;And good be huddled in untimely grave?,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Young, fair, and good! ah why should young and fair And good be huddled in untimely grave? Must so sweet flower so brief a perjod have; Just bloom and charm, then fade and disappear? Yet our's the loss, who ill alas can spare The bright example which thy virtues gave; The guerdon thine, whom gracious Heav'n did save From longer trial in this vale of care. Rest then, sweet Saint, in peace and honour rest, While our true tears bedew thy maiden hearse; Light lie the earth upon thy lovely breast; And let a grateful heart with grief oppressed To thy dear memory consecrate this verse; Though all too mean for who deserves the best." english/edwards2/Z200344703,610644,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XL.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;Instructive pleasure to the listening age;,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Shakespear, whose heart-felt scenes shall ever give Instructive pleasure to the listening age; And shine unrivalled on the British stage By native worth and high prerogative; When full of fame Thou didst retire to live In studious leisure, had thy judgement sage Clear'd-off the rubbish cast on thy fair page By Players or ignorant or forgetive -- O what a sea of idly squandered ink, What heaps of notes by blundering critics penned [The dreams of ignorance in wisdom's guise] Had then been spared! nor Knapton then, I think, And honest Draper had been forced to send Their dear-bought Rheims to cover plums and spice." english/smithcha/Z300488958,35133,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XLV. ON LEAVING A PART OF SUSSEX.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Farewell, Aruna! -- on whose varied shore My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine, When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine, And whose lorn stream has herd me since deplore Too many sorrows! Sighing I resign Thy solitary beauty's -- and no more Or on thy rocks, or in thy woods recline, Or on the heath, by moonlight lingering, poor On air-drawn phantoms -- While in Fancy's ear As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell, The Enthusiast of the Lyre who wandered here, Seems yet to strike his visionary shell, Of power to call forth Pity's tenderest tear, Or wake wild frenzy -- from her hideous cell!" c20-english/car2902/Z400134338,182163,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,6 [‘I want to see a sonnet with a rose.’] (1990),1950,14,,‘I want to see a sonnet with a rose.’,,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 does not break the heart; the rose and the fire are not one. It withers quickly, draws blood, has scents most people Like. Its dried and crushed petals are ghosts for years in bowls.' 'The fire shows. A ghost you call it? It's in your blood. Is a crushed rose a crushed rose, is it crushed?'" english/scottjoh/Z400481203,974899,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Scott, John, 1730-1783",1730.0,SONNET II. TO DELIA. 1766.,1760,14,The Poetical Works (1782),"Since with my love for Thee my care begun,",y,,1700-1750,"Thrice has the Year its varied circuit run, And swiftly, Delia, have the moments flown, Since with my love for Thee my care begun, To improve thy tender mind to science prove. The flatteries of my sex I bade Thee shun, I bade Thee shun the manners of thy own; Fictitious manners, by example wone, That ill for loss of innocence atone! Say, generous Maiden, in whose gentle breast Dwells simple Nature, undisguised by Art, Now amply tried by Time's unerring test, How just the dictates of this faithful heart; Which, with the joys thy favouring smiles impart, Deems all its care repaid, itself supremely blessed!" english/miltonjo/Z300437814,150387,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Milton, John, 1608-1674",1608.0,XIV.,1638,14,Poems Upon Several Occasions (1673),"When Faith and Love which parted from thee never,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"When Faith and Love which parted from thee never, Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load Of Death, called Life; which us from Life does sever. Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod; But as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever. Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best Thy handmaids, clad them over with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew so dressed, And speak the truth of thee on glorious Theams Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams." english/sewardan/Z300482298,295898,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XCV.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Lonely at eve to wander;—or reclined,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"On the damp margin of the sea-beat shore Lonely at eve to wander; -- or reclined Beneath a rock, what time the rising wind Mourns over the waters, and, with solemn roar, Vast billows into caverns surging pour, And back recede alternate; while combined Loud shriek the sea-fowls, harbingers assigned, Clamorous and fearful, of the stormy hour; To listen with deep thought those awful sounds; Gaze on the boiling, the tumultuous waste, Or promontory rude, or craggy mounds Staying the furious main, delight has cast O'er my rapt spirit, and my thrilling heart, Dear as the softer joys green vales impart." english/ayresphi/Z300265565,69628,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,The PROEM. To LOVE. A Sonnet.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Of great Exploits, and Honourable Scars,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Let others sing of Mars, and of his Train, Of great Exploits, and Honourable Scars, The many dire Effects of Civil Wars, Death's Triumphs, and Encomiums of the Slain. I sing the Conflicts I my self sustain, With her (Great Love) the Cause of all my Cares, Who wounds with Looks, and fetters with her Hairs. This mournful Tale requires a Tragick Strain. Eyes were the Arms, did first my Peace control, Wounded by them, a Source of Tears there sprung, Running Like Blood from my afflicted Soul; Thou Love, to whom this Conquest does belong, Leave me at least the Comfort to condole, And as thou woundest my Heart, inspire my Song." english/griffinb/Z200383295,540796,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XIII. [Compare me to the child that plaies with fire],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Or to the flye that dyeth in the flame:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Compare me to the child that plays with fire, Or to the fly that dyeth in the flame: Or to the foolish boy that did aspire, To touch the glory of high heavens frame. Compare me to Leander struggling in the waves, Nor able to attain his safeties shore: Or to the sick that do expect their graves, Or to the captive crying evermore. Compare me to the weeping wounded Hart, Moning with tears the perjod of his life: Or to the Bore that will not feel his smart, When he is stricken with the butchers knife. No man to these can fitly me compare: These live to die: I die to live in care." english/edwards2/Z200344672,416141,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET X.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;In lieu of Brethren and of Friends deceas'd,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Brother and Friend, whom Heav'n's all-gracious hand, In lieu of Brethren and of Friends deceased, To me a solace and support has raised, And bound by Virtue's ever-sacred band; To future times fair shall thy memory stand, (If aught of mine to future times at lest Can reach,) and, for fraternal kindness blessed, Wide as good Proculeius' fame expand. The found remembrance of Maria's love Her friends and kindred to thy heart endears; With equal warmth thou dost their friendship meet, And generous acts thy true affection prove; Thy kind compassion dries the Widows tears, And guides the lonely Orphan's wandering Feet." english/smithcha/Z300489001,74331,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXXVIII. SNOWDROPS.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;That seem just fallen from infant Zephyrs' wing;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Wan Heralds of the Sun and Summer gale! That seem just fallen from infant Zephyrs' wing; Not now, as once, with heart revived I hail Your modest buds, that for the brow of Spring Form the first simple garland -- Now no more Escaping for a moment all my cares, Shall I, with pensive, silent step, explore The woods yet leafless; where to chilling airs Your green and penciled blossoms, trembling, wave. Ah! you soft, transient children of the ground, More fair was she on whose untimely grave Flow my unceasing tears! Their varied round The Seasons go; while I through all repine: For fixed regret, and hopeless grief are mine." english/sewardan/Z300482286,666565,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXXXIII. ON CATANIA AND SYRACUSE SWALLOWED UP BY AN EARTHQUAKE.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Here, in an instant, sunk!—nor aught remains",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Here, from laborious Art, proud Towns, you rose! Here, in and instant, sunk! -- nor aught remains Of all you were! -- on the wide, lonely plains Not even a stone, that might these words disclose, ""Here stood Catania;"" -- or whose surface shows That this was Syracuse: -- but louring reigns A trackless Desolation. -- Dim domains! Pale, mournful strand! how oft, with anxious throes, Seek I sad relics, which no spot supplies! -- A Silence -- a fixed Horror sears my soul. -- Inexplicable doom of human crimes, What art thou? -- Ye overwhelmed cities, rise! That your terrific skeletons may scowl Portentous warning to succeeding times!" c20-english/abarnett/Z300683484,243288,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET I, 137 (178)",1971,14,,"The morning come, they",,,1900-1950,"The morning come, they breakfast together. For the new year they are tolerant. I thought these were perilous times. I parted with these words as we joined hands upon the ground. For all the way is full of crags. And spattered upon the rock he went down." modern/oxf0901/Z200245169,819620,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Oswald, Alice, 1966-",1966.0,WEDDING,1996,14,,From time to time our love is like a sail,,Sonnet,1950-2000,"From time to time our love is Like a sail and when the sail begins to alternate from tack to tack, it's Like a swallowtail and when the swallow flies it's Like a coat; and if the coat is yours, it has a tear Like a wide mouth and when the mouth begins to draw the wind, it's Like a trumpeter and when the trumpet blows, it blows Like millions ... and this, my love, when millions come and go beyond the needs of us, is Like a trick; and when the trick begins, it's Like a toe tip-toeing on a rope, which is Like luck; and when the luck begins, it's Like a wedding, which is Like love, which is Like everything." english/hayleywi/Z300389071,858444,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hayley, William, 1745-1820",1745.0,"SONNET TO EDMUND ANTROBUS, Esq.",1775,14,Poems and Plays (1788),"&indent;Keep'st in thy generous heart a youthful glow,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Kind Host! who bordering on the vale of years, Keep'st in thy generous heart a youthful glow, Whose liberal elegance of soul endears The joy thy bounty glories to bestow; Accept a volume, in whose pages flow The mild effusions of a female mind! First of the lettered fair that France can show, Of sprightly wit with moral truth combined! In the faint copy may thy candour see Some slight resemblance of her style refined: Whate'er the merits of the book, in thee May all the blessings of its theme be joined! Thine be that joy which friendship's bosom fills; And thine the peace of age, without its ills!" english/smithcha/Z300488917,489113,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET IV. TO THE MOON.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Alone and pensive, I delight to stray,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Queen of the silver bow! -- by thy pale beam, Alone and pensive, I delight to stray, And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream, Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way. And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast; And oft I think -- fair planet of the night, That in thy orb, the wretched may have rest: The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go, Released by death -- to thy benignant sphere, And the sad children of despair and woe Forget in thee, their cup of sorrow here. Oh! that I soon may reach thy world serene, Poor wearied pilgrim -- in this toiling scene!" english/griffinb/Z200383322,134316,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XL. [Iniurious fates to robbe me of my blisse],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;And dispossesse my heart of all his hope:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Injurious fates to rob me of my bliss, And dispossess my heart of all his hope: You aught with joust revenge to punish miss, For unto you the hearts of men are open. Injurious fates that hardened have her heart, Yet make her face to send out pleasing smiles: And both are done but to increase my smart, And entertain my love with falsed wiles. Yet, being (when she smiles) surprised with joy, I feign would languish in so sweet a pain: Beseeching death my body to destroy, Lest on the sudden she should frown again. When men do wish for death, fates have no force, But they (when men would live) have no remorse." english/sewardan/Z300482208,962943,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,"SONNET V. TO A FRIEND, WHO THINKS SENSIBILITY A MISFORTUNE.",1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;The Stoic's cold and indurate repose?,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Ah, thankless! canst thou envy him who gains The Stoic's cold and indurate repose? Thou! with thy lively sense of bliss and woes! -- From a false balance of life's joys and pains Thou deemest him happy. -- Placed mid fair domains, Where full the river down the valley flows, As wisely mightest thou wish thy home had rose On the parched surface of unwatered plains, For that, when long the heavy rain descends, Bursts over guardian banks their whelming tide! -- Seldom the wild and wasteful flood extends, But, spreading plenty, verdure, beauty wide, The cool translucent stream perpetual bends, And laughs the vale as the bright waters glide." c20-english/car2902/Z300134402,654851,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Travellers (2) (1990),1950,14,,"As it was neither night nor noon, we mused",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"As it was neither night nor noon, we mused a bit, dissolved ourselves a bit, took stock, folded the play away and turned the lock. Exhilarated travellers unused to feeling blank can love the nescience of a stilled moment. Undenied the time, a lingering, a parasol, a lime. There is no happiness in prescience, and there is no regret in happiness. A coast swept out in headlands and was lost. And there we could have left the thought unthought or hope undrafted, but that a bright press of lights showed where a distant liner crossed. Its horn blue through us, urgent, deep, unsought." english/micklewi/Z300429540,770145,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mickle, William Julius, 1735-1788",1735.0,SONNET: FROM PETRARCH.,1765,14,The Poetical Works (1806),"And bloated slumber on the slothful down,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Ah! how, my friend, has foul gorged luxury, And bloated slumber on the slothful down, From the dull world all manly virtue thrown, And slaved the age to custom's tyranny. The blessed lights so lost in darkness be, Those lights by heaven to guide our minds bestown, Mad were he deemed who brought from Helicon The hallowed water, or the laurel tree. Philosophy, ah! thou art cold and poor, Exclaim the crowd on sordid gain intent; Few will attend thee on thy lofty road; Yet, I, my friend, would fire thy zeal the more: Ah, gentle spirit, labour on unspent, Crown thy fair toils, and win the smile of God." english/downmanh/Z300341570,369921,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,IV. To Mr. GIBBS.,1770,14,"Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791)",Devotion to the muse) in early youth,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Much-valued Gibbs! whom (though thou didst not pay Devotion to the muse) in early youth The same sensations which create my lay Haply inspired; which still approved by truth, By virtue, nature, thy maturer breast Adorn, where every thought humane is placed, But in friend, husband, father, most confessed. With thy attention shall these lines be graced? Wilt thou the paths of youth and love retread, While their delightful scenes again appear, Thou, and the softer partner of thy bed? And surely never purer steps were there. Yes, tread again their paths, their scenes review: And from yourselves, pronounce them painted true." english/huddesfo/Z200401141,377826,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Huddesford, George, 1749-1809",1749.0,SONNET VI. THE RETURN OF LAURA.,1779,14,The Wiccamical Chaplet (1804),"&indent;Advancing slow forewarns th'approach of day,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"As when to one who long hath watched, the morn Advancing slow forewarns th'approach of day, (What time the young and flowery kirtled May Decks the green hedge and dewy grass unshorn With cowslips pale, and many a whitening thorn), And now the sun comes forth with level ray Gilding the high wood top and mountain gray, And as he climbs, the meadows 'begins adorn: The rivers glisten to the dancing beam, Th'awaken'd birds begin their amorous strain, And hill and vale with joy and fragrance teem; Such is the sighed of Thee; thy wished return To eyes Like mine that long have waked to mourn, That long have watched for light and wept in vain." english/crowewil/Z300325190,660320,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Crowe, William, 1745-1829",1745.0,SONNET TO PETRARCH.,1775,14,Lewesdon Hill (1827),&indent;Heard in Valclusa by the lucid stream,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"O for that shell, whose melancholy found, Heard in Valclusa by the lucid stream Of laurel-shaded Sorga, spread thy theme, Fair Laura and her scorn, to all around High-built Avignon, on the rocky mound That banks the impetuous Rhone, and Like a steam From some rich incense rising, to the extreme Of desolate Hesperia did rebound, And gently waked the Muses: -- so might I, Studious of sung Like thee, and ah! too Like In sad complaint of ill-requited love, So might I, hopeless now, have power to strike Such notes, as lovers' tears should sanctify, And cold Fidele's melting sighs approve." english/smithcha/Z300488972,813138,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET LIX. WRITTEN SEPT. 1791, DURING A REMARKABLE THUNDER STORM, IN WHICH THE MOON WAS PERFECTLY CLEAR, WHILE THE TEMPEST GATHERED IN VARIOUS DIRECTIONS NEAR THE EARTH.",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;The low horizon gathering vapours shroud,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"What awful pageants crowd the evening sky! The low horizon gathering vapours shroud, Sudden, from many a deep-embattled cloud Terrific thunders burst and lightnings fly -- While in serenest azure, beaming high, Night's regent, of her calm pavilion proud, Gilds the dark shadows that beneath her lie, Unvex'd by all their conflicts fierce and loud. -- So, in unsullied dignity elate, A spirit conscious of superior worth, In placid elevation firmly great, Scorns the vain cares that give Contention birth; And blessed with peace above the shocks of Fate, Smiles at the tumult of the troubled earth." modern/car2902/Z300134386,978532,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Colloquy in Glaschu (1990),1950,14,,before the fowler as he trudges home,,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 silentium, le cor eclate -- -- et meurt, Columba mused, but Kentigern replied, renaît et see prolong. The cell is filled with sung. Outside, puer cantat. Veni venator sings the gallus kern. The saints dip startled cups in Mungo's well." c20-english/ep41001/Z300306470,95958,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967",1906.0,Sonnet,1936,14,,"Poets, like ancient streams which time like sand",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Poets, Like ancient streams which time Like sand Covers, across your lyric utterance thrown, Found again fresh, emerging from dark stone, Though dead, through you the leaves of life expand. Ah, were it possible to understand The life sung down to men, then each alone Might fix his eyes where envies are undone, Nor feel and exile in his native land. I thought of such a power when first I grew As might control base passion from those tombs Where laurels rest and the acacia blooms, But now I find it where the ground wears rue. Always it is from joy my music comes And always it is sorrow keeps it true." english/ayresphi/Z300265569,687739,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,Invites Poets and Historians to write in Cynthia's Praise. A Sonnet.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Glory to others, and your selves create:",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Come all you Wits, that with Immortal Rhymes, Glory to others, and your selves create: And you that gratify the future Times, Whilst Tales of Love, and Battles you relate; Come, turn your Studies, and your Eyes this way, This Theme will crown your heads with lasting Bays, 'Tis Cynthia's Beauty, Heavenly Cynthia; Come swell your Volumes all with Cynthia's Praise. Posterity will then your Works admire, And for her sake shall them as Jewels prize, All things to Cynthia's Glory must conspire, She shall be worshipped with the Deities. To her make foreign Lands pay Honours due, Thus shall you live by her, and she by you." modern/car2902/Z300134411,40995,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Poet in the City (1990),1950,14,,"Rain stockaded Glasgow; we paused, changed gears,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Rain stockade Glasgow; we paused, changed gears, found him solitary but cheerful in Anniesland, with the cheerfulness you'd win, we imagined, through schiltrons of banked fears. The spears had a most somber glint, as if the forced ranks had reclosed, but there he wrote steadily, with a peg for the wet coat he'd dry and put on soon. Gulls cut the cliff of those houses, we watched him follow them intently, see them beat and hear them scream about the invisible sea they smelled and fish-white boats they raked from stern to stem although their freedom was in fact his dream of freedom with all guilts all fears unfelt." english/sewardan/Z300482270,995657,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXVII. ON DOCTOR JOHNSON'S UNJUST CRITICISMS IN HIS LIVES OF THE POETS.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Fancy, or judgment?—no! his splendid strain,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Could awful Johnson want poetic ear, Fancy, or judgement? -- no! his splendid strain, In prose, or rhyme, confutes that plea. -- The pain Which writhed over Garrick's Fortune's, shows us clear Whence all his spleen to Genius. -- Ill to bear A friend's renown, that to his own must reign, Compared, a meteor's evanescent train, To Jupiter's fixed orb, proves that each sneer, Subtle and fatal to poetic sense, Did from insidious Envy meanly flow, Illumed with dazzling hues of eloquence, And sophist-wit, that labour to overthrow Th' awards of Ages, and new laws dispense That lift the Mean, and lay the Mighty low." c20-english/car2902/Z300134426,660545,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Golden Age (1990),1950,14,,That must have been a time of happiness.,,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 down among whitewashed quays. And women sauntered often with linked arms through night streets, or alone, or danced a maze with friends. Perhaps it did not last. What lasts? The bougainvillea millenniums may come and go, but then in thistle days a strengthened seed outlives the hardest blasts." english/miscell2/Z300438876,398525,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET II. [Wisely, O C&wblank;, enjoy the present hour]",1729,14,,"&indent;The present hour is all the time we have,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Wisely, O C&wblank;, 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 mind deprave, Bought with severe remorse, and guilty shame. Virtue and knowledge be our better aim; These help us Ill to bear, or teach to shun; Let friendship cheer us with her generous flame, Friendship, the sum of all our joys in one: So shall we live each moment fate has given; How long, or short, let us resign to heaven." english/griffinb/Z200383325,920202,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XLIII. [Tell me of loue sweete Loue who is thy sire],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Of if thou mortall or immortall be:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Tell me of love sweet Love who is thy sire, Of if thou mortal or immortal be: Some say thou art begotten by Desire, Nourisht with hope, and fed with fantasy: Ingendred by a heavenly goddess eye, Lurking most sweetly in and Angels face: Others, that beauty thee does deify, Oh Sovereign beauty full of power and grace! But I must be absurd all this denying, Because the fairest fair alive never knew thee: Now Cupid comes thy godhead to the trying, T'was she alone (such is her power) that slew me. She shall be Love, and thou a foolish boy, Whose virtue proves thy power but a toy." c20-english/car2902/Z300134398,461698,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Ticket (1990),1950,14,,‘There are two rivers: how can a drop go,,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-time, able to jam shrieking children under crashed spires. But soon that place began to recompose, the film ran back, the walls stood, the cries died, the demons faded to familiar fires. In New York, Gurdjieff changed his caftan, chosen a grape, sat, smiled. 'They never paid their ride.'" english/langhorn/Z200413633,776278,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Scott, John, 1730-1783",1730.0,SONNET TO MR. LANGHORNE.,1760,14,,"&indent;Save by the Muse's soul‐enchanting lay,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Langhorne, unknown to me (sequestered swain!) Save by the Muse's soul-enchanting lay, To kindred spirits never sung in vain, Accept the tribute of this light essay; Due for thy sweet songs that amused my day! Where Fancy held her visionary reign, Or Scotland's honours claimed the pastoral strain. Or Music came over Handel tears to pay: For all thy Irwan's flowery banks display, Thy Persian lover and his Indian fair; All Theodosius' mournful lines convey, Where Pride and Av'rice part a matchless pair; Receive just praise and wreaths that never decay, By Fame and Virtue twined for thee to wear." english/griffinb/Z200383314,802463,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXXII. [Sore sicke of late, Nature her due would haue]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Great was my paine where still my mind did rest:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Sore sick of late, Nature her due would have, Great was my pain where still my mind did rest: No hope but heaven, no comfort but my graven, Which is of comforts both the last and least. But on a sudden almighty sent Sweet ease to the distress and comfortless, And gave me longer time for to repent, With health and strength the foes of feebleness. Yet I my health no sooner gan recover, But my old thoughts (though full of cares) retained, Made me (as erst) become a wretched lover Of her, that love and lovers aye disdained. Then was my pain with ease of pain increased, And I never sick until my sickness ceased." english/cowperwi/Z200323137,507327,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Cowper, William, 1731-1800",1731.0,ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.,1761,14,The Works (1835–1837),"To names ignoble, born to be forgot!",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Oh found attempt to give a deathless lot, To names ignoble, born to be forgotten! In vain recorded in historic page, They court the notice of a future age, Those twinkling tiny lustres of the land Drop one by one from fame's neglecting hand, Lethean gulfs receive them as they fall, And dark oblivion soon absorbs them all. So when a child, as playful children use, Has burned to tinder a stale last year's news, The flame extinct, he views the roving fire, There goes my lady, and there goes the 'squire; There goes the parson, o! illustrious spark, And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk." modern/car2902/Z300134415,447886,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,After Fallout (1990),1950,14,,A giant gannet buzzed our glinty probe.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"A giant gannet buzzed our glinty probe. Its forty-metre wing-span hid the sun. Life was stirring, the fallout time was done. From a stick-nest in Ygdrasil the globe was hatching genes Like rajahs' koh-i-noors. Over St Kilda, house-high poppy-beds made forests; towering sea-pinks turned the heads of even master mariners with lures that changed the white sea-graves to scent-drenched groves. Fortunate Isles! The gannet bucked our ship with a quick sidelong swoop, clapped its wings tied, dived, and exploding through the herring droves dragged up a flailing manta by the lip and flew it, twisting slowly, out of sighed." english/sewardan/Z300482256,655382,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LIII. WRITTEN IN THE SPRING 1785 ON THE DEATH OF THE POET LAUREAT.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;The hapless tribute of his purchased lays,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"The knell of Whitehead tolls! -- his cares are passed, The hapless tribute of his purchased lays, His servile, his Egyptian tasks of praise! -- If not sublime his strains, Fame justly placed Their power above their work. -- Now, with wide gaze Of much indignant wonder, she surveys To the life-labouring oar assiduous haste A glowing barred, by every Muse embraced. -- O, Warton! chosen Priest of Phœbus' choir! Shall thy rapt sung be venal? hymn the Throne, Whether its edicts just applause inspire, Or Patriot Virtue view them with a frown? What needs for this the golden-stringed lyre, The snowy tunic, and the sun-bright zone" english/griffinb/Z200383301,128366,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XIX. [My paine paints out my loue in dolefull verse],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;The liuely glasse wherein she may behold it),y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"My pain paints out my love in doleful verse, The lively glass wherein she may behold it) My verse her wrong to me does still rehearse: But so, as it lamenteth to unfold it. My self with ceaseless tears my harms bewail, And her obdurate heart not to be moved: Though long continued woes my senses fail, And curse the day, the hour when first I loved. She takes the glass, wherein her self she sees In bloody colours cruelly depainted: And her poor prisoner humbly on his knees, Pleading for grace with heart that never fainted. She breaks the glass, (alas I cannot choose) But grieve that I should so my labour lose." english/miscell2/Z300438879,525441,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET V. On a FAMILY‐PICTURE.,1729,14,,"&indent;Where my four brothers round about me stand,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"When pensive on that portraiture I gaze, Where my four brother's round about me stand, And four fair sisters smile with graces bland, The goodly monument of happier days; And think, how soon insatiate death, who preys On all, has cropped the rest with ruthless hand, While only I survive of all that band, Which one chaste bed did to my father raise; It seems, that Like a column left alone, The tottering remnant of some splendid fane, 'Scap'd from the fury of the barbarous Gaul, And wasting Time, which has the rest overthrown, Amidst our house's ruins I remain, Single, unpropped, and nodding to my fall." english/ayresphi/Z300265582,742506,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"A Sonnet. Out of Italian, from Claudio Achillini. Written by a Nymph in her own Blood.",1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;And take no notice of my Amorous Flame,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Since, Cruel Thyrsis, you my Torments slight, And take no notice of my Amorous Flame, In these Vermilion Letters thus I write My bloody Reasons to confirm the same. These of my Passion are the lively Marks, Which from my Veins you here in Blood see writ, Touch them, your Breast will kindle with the Sparks, The ardent Characters are reeking yet. Nor can my Pen alone my Heart explain, My very Soul overcharged with grief, I fain Would send enclosed herein, the truth to prove. And if I've been too sparing of my Blood, This is the Reason why I stopped the Flood, I would not spoil the Face I'ld have you love." modern/car2902/Z300134399,487971,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,North Africa (1990),1950,14,,Why did the poets come to the desert?,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Why did the poets come to the desert? They learned the meaning of and oasis, the meaning of heat, fellahin's phrases, tents behind the khamsin-blasted dannert. We watched MacLean at the Ruweisat Ridge giving a piercing look as he passed by the fly-buzzed grey-faced dead; swivelled our eye west through tank-strewn dune and strafed-out village with Henderson; and Hay saw Bizerta burn; Garioch was taken at Tobruk, parched Kriegsgefangener, calm, reading Shveik; Morgan ate sand, slept sand at El Ballah while gangrened limbs dropped in the pail; Farouk fed Fraser memoranda Like a shriek." english/smithcha/Z300488990,358395,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET LXVII. ON PASSING OVER A DREARY TRACT OF COUNTRY, AND NEAR THE RUINS OF A DESERTED CHAPEL, DURING A TEMPEST.",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Swift fleet the billowy clouds along the sky, Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast; While only beings as forlorn as I, Court the chill horrors of the howling blast. Even round yond crumbling walls, in search of food, The ravenous Owl foregoes his evening flight, And in his cave, within the deepest wood, The Fox eludes the tempest of the night. But to my heart congenial is the gloom Which hides me from a World I wish to shun; That scene where Ruin saps the mouldering tomb, Suits with the sadness of a wretch undone. Nor is the deepest shade, the keenest air, Black as my fate, or cold as my despair." english/baxterna/Z200274665,581418,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Baxter, Nathaniel, fl. 1606",1606.0,"To the Honourable La. Kalandra, the noble D. Hastings.",1636,14,Sir Philip Sydneys Ouránia (1606),"With her accomplished Philosophie,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Noble Kalendra Niece to Cynthia; Endymion with all humility, Sends to thy blessed self Ourania, With her accomplished Philosophy, Long kept she Greekish Ladies company. And thence arrived in Britannia, Inquiring for Nymphs of high dignity, Great Pastorellas of Albania: Tritonizing Fame blazed Dorotheia. Thrice renowned, learned, religious, Thy self, modest, virtuous, Hastinguia, In the Garland of Nymph's illustrious: High prized Branch of Noble Huntington, Cherish Ourania, and grace Endymion." english/downmanh/Z300341577,917433,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XI. To Mr. JACKSON.,1770,14,"Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791)",Whence thy own stream of harmony proceeds;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Jackson! whose taste from nature's fountain springs, Whence thy own stream of harmony proceeds; Steering aloof, on firm and vigorous wings, From vulgar sentiments, and vulgar deeds, Offspring of prejudice; whose voice though taught By seeming critic wisdom, and around Re-echoed by the multitude, thy thought Warps not, despising each unhallowed found. To thee these strains I send, unmoved by fear; For by the same pure waves I too have strayed (Unless deceived) it's notes have pierced my ear; While on it's banks young love with fancy strayed, And all those forms which charm the feeling heart, But seen through clouds, and wooed in vain by art." english/whytesam/Z300535611,670519,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Whyte, S. (Samuel), 1733-1811",1733.0,"SONNET V. ON READING MRS. DOBSON'S LIFE OF PETRARCH, IN THE COTTAGE AT FURNACE, THE SEAT OF RICHARD NEVILL, ESQ.",1763,14,A Collection of Poems on Various Subjects (1792),&indent;Cease to depreciate and degrade the fair;,y,,1700-1750,"Cease then, illiberal, vain, shortsighted tribe! Cease to depreciate and degrade the fair; Know you, when wisdom's lore you there prescribe, What bootless self-delusion marks your care? On Mersey's laureled banks, abashed you'll find That worth you envy and affect to scorn, Imbuing Laura's unelated mind, Pure as the dewy spangle's of the morn. Away! your social feelings all debased, You scan their beauty's with a jaundice eye, By culture decked, and elegance of taste -- On leaves of brass your penitence enrol, Nor quit, to wallow in a sensual stye, ""The feast of reason and the flow of soul.""" english/huddesfo/Z200401139,2713,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Huddesford, George, 1749-1809",1749.0,SONNET IV. ON THE AUTHOR's BIRTH‐DAY.,1779,14,The Wiccamical Chaplet (1804),&indent;The Sun obliquely darts his ruddy ray;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Now from the Orient over the laughing Earth The Sun obliquely darts his ruddy ray; And mild, in cloudless glory, leads the day That first auspicious dawned upon my birth. Yet not with songs of joy and festal mirth Can I this rising day salute Like they Who, while they turn their actions to survey, With every added year see added worth. Me, as my noon of manhood hastens on, Fierce and more fierce the heats of Passion burn: In vain is Reason's fleeting shade overcast. -- Soon the cool salutary shade is flown, And soon, forth-bursting bright, the heats return, To the chill eve of Westering Age to last." english/sewardan/Z300482235,132599,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXXII. SUBJECT OF THE PRECEDING SONNET CONTINUED.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;That specious false‐one, by whose cruel wiles",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Behold him now his genuine colours wear, That specious false-one, by whose cruel wiles I lost thy amity; saw thy dear smiles Eclips'd; those smiles, that used my heart to cheer, Waked by thy grateful sense of many a year When rose thy youth, by Friendship's pleasing toils Cultured; -- but Dying! -- O! for ever fade The angry fires. -- Each thought, that might upbraid Thy broken faith, which yet my soul deplores, Now as eternally is passed and gone As are the interesting, the happy hours, Days, years, we shared together. They are flown! Yet long must I lament thy hapless doom, Thy lavished life and early-hastened tomb." english/scottjoh/Z400481204,94890,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Scott, John, 1730-1783",1730.0,SONNET III. AFTER READING SHENSTONE'S ELEGIES. 1766.,1760,14,The Poetical Works (1782),Where Nature's hand the liberal spirit gave;,y,,1700-1750,"The gentle Shenstone much of Fortune' plained, Where Nature's hand the liberal spirit gave; Partial, her bounty she too oft restrained, But poured it full on Folly's tasteless slave. By her alike my humble prayer disdained, She stern denies the only boon I crave; O'er my fields, fair as those Elysian feigned, To bid the green walk wind, the green wood wave. On the high hill to raise the higher tower, To open wide prospects over distant plains, Where by broad rivers towns and villas rise; Taste prompts the wish, but Fortune bounds the power: Yet while Health cheers, and Competence sustains, These more than all, Contentment bids me prize." english/wartont2/Z200521505,800527,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Warton, Thomas, 1728-1790",1728.0,"SONNET VII. [While, summer‐suns o'er the gay prospect play'd]",1758,14,The Poetical Works (1802),"Through Surry's verdant scenes, where Epsom spreads",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"While, summer-suns over the gay prospect played, Through Surry's verdant scenes, where Epsom spreads Mid intermingling elms her flowery meads, And Hascombe's hill, in towering groves arrayed, Rear'd its romantic steep, with mind serene, I journeyed blithe. Full pensive I returned; For now my breast with hopeless passion burned, Wet with hoar mists appeared the gaudy scene, Which late in careless indolence I passed; And Autumn all around those hues had cast Where passed delight my recent grief might trace. Sad change, that Nature a congenial gloom Should wear, when most, my cheerless mood to chase, I wished her green attire, and wonted bloom!" c20-american/am20078/Z300215152,685146,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Slater, Eleanor, 1903-",1903.0,DESECRATION.,1933,14,,Bring me no honeysuckle vine. The pang,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Pick me no daffodil. Cut me no rose. Bring me no honeysuckle vine. The pang Of beauty that must die, yet ever grows More beautiful in dying, when the fang Of dissolution shall assail the heart, Is sacrifice too poignant. Do not ask it. Let beauty be eternal, and apart. Cherish immortal flowers for your basket, That needs not die for gathering. Who knows What may have been the reason for that vine? Leave to the be the liquour of his rose, For human lips too highly spiced a wine. Repent too late, and things which were immortal Are gone for garlanding and earthly portal." english/sewardan/Z300482240,396140,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXXVII. AUTUMN.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Welcomes their gentle or terrific pace.—,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Thro' changing months a well-attempered mind Welcomes their gentle or terrific pace. -- When over retreating Autumn's golden grace Tempestuous Winter spreads in every wind Naked asperity, our musings find Grandeur increasing, as the glooms efface Variety and glow. -- Each solemn trace Exalts the thoughts, from sensual joys refined. Then blended in our rapt ideas rise The vanished charms, that summer-suns reveal, With all of desolation, that now lies Dreary before us; -- teach the soul to feel Awe in the present, pleasure in the passed, And to see vernal morns in Hope's perspective cast." english/sewardan/Z300482215,711261,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XII.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;“Why droops my heart with pining woe forlorn,”",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Chill'd by unkind Honora's altered eye, ""Why droops my heart with pining woe forlorn,"" Thankless for much of good? -- what thousands, born To ceaseless toil beneath this wintery sky, Or to brave deathful ocean's surging high, Or fell Disease's fevered rage to mourn, How blessed to them would seem my destiny! How dear the comforts my rash sorrows scorn! -- Affection is repaid by causeless hate! A plighted love is changed to cold disdain! Yet suffer not thy wrongs to shroud thy fate, But turn, my soul, to blessings which remain; And let this truth the wise resolve create, The Heart estranged no anguish can regain." modern/car2902/Z300134405,984537,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Post‐Referendum (1990),1950,14,,"‘No no, it will not do, it will not be.",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"'No no, it will not do, it will not be. I tell you you must leave your land alone. Who do you think is poised to ring the phone? Fish your straitjacket packet from the sea you threw it in, get your headphones mended. You don't want the world now, do you? Come on, you're pegged out on your heathery futon, take the matches from your lids, it's ended.' We watched the strong sick dirkless Angel groan, shiver, half-rise, batter with a shrunk wing the space the Tempter was no longer in. He tried to hear feet, calls, car-doors, shouts, drone of engines, hooters, hear a meeting sing. A coin clattered at the end of its spin." english/smithcha/Z300488947,188238,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XXXIV. TO A FRIEND.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;(All inauspicious as my fate appears,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Charmed by thy suffrage, shall I yet aspire (All inauspicious as my fate appears, By troubles darkened, that increase with years,) To guide the crayon, or to touch the lyre? Ah me! -- the sister Muses still require A spirit free from all intrusive fears, Nor will they deign to wipe away the tears Of vain regret, that dim their sacred fire. But when thy envied sanction crowns my lays, A ray of pleasure lights my languid mind, For well I know the valve of thy praise; And to how few the flattering meed confined, That thou, -- their highly favoured brows to bind, Wilt weave green myrtle and unfading bays!" english/whytesam/Z300535609,308154,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Whyte, S. (Samuel), 1733-1811",1733.0,"SONNET III. TO GORGES EDMOND HOWARD, ESQ. ON READING SOME ILLIBERAL STRICTURES ON HIS WRITINGS AND CHARACTER.",1763,14,A Collection of Poems on Various Subjects (1792),&indent;The weak enervate flight of modern rhymes;,y,,1700-1750,"Howard! whose eagle-genius soars above The weak enervate flight of modern rhymes; Whose bosom, glowing with thy country's love, Curbs the wild frenzy of distempered times. Whether those sacred heights thy fancy climbs, Where memory's maids round Shakspeare's temple rove, Or, deeply shuddering at a nation's crimes, Her sluggard sons you waken and reprove. Complete thy generous toil -- lo! fame pursues, Her golden trump, her laurel wreathe she brings, To crown with deathless praise thy various worth; Though rancorous envy the fair palm refuse, 'Tis virtue's tax; for true the poet sings, ""It is the bright day brings the adder forth.""" c20-english/abarnett/Z300683483,723369,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET I, 38 (75)",1971,14,,A sandstone mountain appeared.,,,1900-1950,"A sandstone mountain appeared. We came here to a summer camp. An obscure tradition. Take the country? This honest host fed us with milk. Religion. It seems beside to circumcise. Years ago he saw some men warming themselves in a field and went and sat down. He reproved their ignorance. Old man let him lie." modern/car2902/Z300134414,585027,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Target (1990),1950,14,,"Then they were running with fire in their hair,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Then they were running with fire in their hair, men and women were running everywhere, women and children burning everywhere, ovens of death were falling from the air. Lucky seemed those at the heart of the blast who left no flesh or ash or blood or bone, only a shadow on dead Glasgow's stone, when the black angel had gestured and passed. Rhu was a demons' pit, Faslane a grave; the shattered basking sharks that thrashed Loch Fine were their killer's tocsin: 'Where I am, watch; when I raise one arm to destroy, I save none; increase, multiply; vengeance is mine; in no universe will man find his match.'" english/smithcha/Z300489004,246150,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET LXXXI. [He may be envied, who with tranquil breast]",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Can wander in the wild and woodland scene,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"He may be envied, who with tranquil breast Can wander in the wild and woodland scene, When Summer's glowing hands have newly dressed The shadowy forests, and the copses green; Who, unpursued by care, can pass his hours Where briony and woodbine fringe the trees, On thymy banks reposing, while the bees Murmur ""their fairy tunes in praise of flowers;"" Or on the rock with ivy clad, and fern That overhangs the osier-whispering bed Of some clear current, bid his wishes turn From this bade world; and by calm reason led, Knows, in refined retirement, to possess By friendship hallowed -- rural happiness!" english/cowperwi/Z200323297,793302,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Cowper, William, 1731-1800",1731.0,"SONNET TO WILLIAM WILBERFORCE, ESQ.",1761,14,The Works (1835–1837),&indent;Hears thee by cruel men and impious call'd,y,Eulogy,1700-1750,"Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Hears thee by cruel men and impious called Fanatic, for thy zeal to lose the enthralled From exile, public sale, and slavery's chain. Friend of the poor, the wronged, the fetter-galled, Fear not lest labour such as thine be vain. Thou hast achieved a part; hast gained the ear Of Britain's senate to thy glorious cause; Hope smiles, joy springs, and though cold caution pause And weave delay, the better hour is near That shall remunerate thy toils severe By peace for Afric, fenced with British laws. Enjoy what thou hast wone, esteem and love From all the just on earth, and all the blessed above." c20-english/ep20136/Z300598690,646428,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Harrison, Tony, 1937-",1937.0,"2. The Viewless Wings (Monkwood, Grimley)",1967,14,,The hungry generations' new decree,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The hungry generations' new decree turns Worcester orchards into fields of sage. Tipsy, courtesy cheap wine and EEC, I hear, as unaware of ours as Keats's age, the same blithe bird but its old magic fails and my longing for you now is just as bade at England's northern edge for nightingales as those White Nights last year in Leningrad, where, packed for my flight back, thick curtains drawn but night too Like full day to get much kip, I wanted you to watch with me from bed that seamless merger of half dusk and dawn, AURORA, rosy-fingered kind, and battleship whose sudden salvo turned the East half read." english/sewardan/Z300482255,994422,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LII.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;And wrapt the hush'd horizon.—All around,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Long has the pall of midnight quenched the scene, And wrapped the hushed horizon. -- All around, In scattered huts, Labour, in sleep profound, Lies stretched, and rosy Innocence serene Slumbers; -- but creeps, with pale and starting mien, Benighted Superstition. -- Fancy-found, The late self-slaughtered man, in earth yet green And festering, burst from his incumbent mound, Roams! -- and the slave of terror thinks he hears A muttered groan! -- sees the sunk eye, that glares As shoots the meteor. -- But no more forlorn He strays; -- the spectre sinks into his tomb! For now the jocund herald of the morn Claps his bold wings, and sounds along the gloom." english/smithcha/Z300488931,194458,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XVIII. TO THE EARL OF EGREMONT.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Thro' a long line of glorious ancestry,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Wyndham! 'this not thy blood, though' pure it runs Thro' a long line of glorious ancestry, Percys and Seymours, Britain's boasted sons, Who trust the honours of their raze to thee: 'Tis not thy splendid domes, where science loves To touch the canvas, and the bust to raise; Thy rich domains, fair fields, and spreading groves; 'Tis not all these the Muse delights to praise: In birth, and wealth, and honours, great thou art! But nobler in thy independent mind; And in that liberal hand and feeling heart Given thee by Heaven -- a blessing to mankind! Unworthy oft may titled fortune be; A soul Like thine -- is true Nobility!" english/griffinb/Z200383328,916069,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XLVI. [So soone as peeping Lucifer Auroraes starre],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;The skie with golden perewigs doth spangle,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"So soon as peeping Lucifer Auroraes star, The sky with golden periwigs does spangle, So soon as Phœbus gives us light from far So soon as fouler does the bird entangle, Soon as the watchful bird (clock of the morn) Gives intimation of the days appearing, Soon as the jolly Hunter winds his horn His speech & voice with customs Echo clearing, Soon as the hungry Lion seeks his pray, In solitary range of pathless mountains, Soon as the passenger sets on his way, So soon as beasts resort unto the fountains: So soon mine eyes their office are discharing, And I my griefs with greater griefs enlarging." c20-english/car2902/Z300134380,817626,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,In Argyll (1990),1950,14,,We found the poet's skull on the machair.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"We found the poet's skull on the machair. It must have bobbed ashore from that shipwreck where the winged men went down in rolling dreck of icebound webs, oars, oaths, armour, blind air. It watches westward still; dry, white as chalk, perfect at last, in silence and at rest. Far off, he sang of Nineveh the blessed, incised his tablets, stalked the dhow-bright dock. Now he needs neither claws nor tongue to tell of things undying. Hebridean light fills the translucent bone-domes. Nothing brings the savage brain back to its empty shell, distracted by the shouts, the reefs, the night, fighting sleet to fix the tilt of its wings." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683481,665633,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET I, 448 (495)",1971,14,,Some days I sought shelter,,,1900-1950,"Some days I sought shelter without suspicion. Two are the well-heads that touched to the skin a blister, which burns for a day or two. Descending place. These thick shadows great as the palm and fingers of a man's hand fly in to water from the dry wilderness. They stretch themselves upon the ground Like a falling blossom. A man may bow himself in the valley." english/sewardan/Z300482288,4554,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXXXV. TO MARCH.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;May gild thy noons, yet, on wild pinion borne,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"March, though' the hours of promise with bright ray May gild thy noons, yet, on wild pinion born, Loud winds more often rudely wake thy morn, And harshly hymn thy early-closing day. Still the chilled earth wears, with her tresses shorn, Her bleak, gray garb: -- yet not for this we mourn, Nor, as in Winter's more enduring sway, With festal viands, and associates gay, Arm 'gainst the skies; -- nor shun the piercing gale; But, with blue cheeks, and with disordered hair, Meet its rough breath; -- and peep for primrose pale, Or lurking violet, under hedges bore; And through' long evenings, from our Lares claim The thrift of stinted grate, and sullen flame." english/griffinb/Z200383302,608286,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XX. [Great is the ioy that no tongue can expresse],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Faire babe (new borne) how much doest thou delight me?,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Great is the joy that no tongue can express, Fair babe (new born) how much dost thou delight me? But what is mine so great? yea no whit less So great, that of all woes it does acquit me. It's fair Fidessa that this comfort brings, Who sorry for the wrongs by her procured, Delightful tunes of love of true love sings, Wherewith her too-chast thoughts were never inured. She loves (she says) but with a love not blind, Her love is counsel that I should not love, But upon virtues fix a stayed mind: But what? this new coined love, love does reprove. If this be love of which you make such store, Sweet, love me less, that you may love me more." english/smithcha/Z300488945,956323,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET XXXII. TO MELANCHOLY. WRITTEN ON THE BANKS OF THE ARUN, OCTOBER 1785,",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;And the grey mists from these dim waves arise,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"When latest Autumn spreads her evening veil, And the gray mists from these dim waves arise, I love to listen to the hollow sighs, Thro' the half-leafless wood that breathes the gale: For at such hours the shadowy phantom, pale, Oft seems to fleet before the poet's eyes; Strange sounds are herd, and mournful melodies, As of night-wanderers, who their woes bewail! Here, by his native stream, at such and hour, Pity's own Otway I methinks could meet, And hear his deep sighs swell the saddened wind! O Melancholy! -- such thy magic power, That to the soul these dreams are often sweet, And sooth the pensive visionary mind!" modern/car2902/Z300134425,52137,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Clydegrad (1990),1950,14,,It was so fine we lingered there for hours.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"It was so fine we lingered there for hours. The long broad streets shone strongly after rain. Sunset blinded the tremble of the crane we watched from, dazed the heliport-towers. The mile-high buildings flashed, flushed, greyed, went dark, greyed, flushed, flashed, chameleons under flak of cloud and sun. The last far thunder-sack ripped and spilled its grumble. Ziggurat-stark, a power-house reflected in the led of the old twilight river leapt alive lit up at every window, and a boat of students rowed passed, slid from black to read into the blaze. But where will they arrive with all, boat, city, earth, Like them, afloat?" c20-english/fa0303/Z300609119,939309,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Barker, George, 1913-1991",1913.0,Sonnet of Fishes,1943,14,,Bright drips the morning from its trophied nets,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Bright drips the morning from its trophied nets Looped along a sky flickering fish and wing, Cobbles Like salmon crowd up waterfalling Streets where life die thrashing as the sea forgets, True widow, what she has lost; and, ravished, lets The knuckledustered sun shake bullying A fist of glory over her. Every thing, Even the sly night, gives up its lunar secrets. And I with pilchards cold in my pocket make Red-eyed a way to the bed. But in my blood Crying I hear, still, the leap of the silver diver Caught in four cords after his fatal strake: And then, the immense imminence not understood, Death, in a dark, in a deep, in a dream, for ever." c20-american/am22114/Z300242186,925871,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Carruth, Hayden, 1921-",1921.0,Sonnet,1951,14,,"Well, she told me I had an aura. “What?” I said.",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Well, she told me I had and aura. ""What?"" I said. ""An aura,"" she said. ""I heered you,"" I said, ""but you ain't significating."" ""What I mean, you God this fuzzy light Like, all around your head, same as Nell the epelectric when she's nigh read- y to have a fit, only you ain't having no fit."" ""Why, that's a fact,"" I said, ""and I ain't about to neither. I reckon it's more Like that dead rotten fir stump by the edge of the swamp on misty nights long about cucumber-blossoming time when the foxfire's flickering round."" ""I be goddamn if that's it,"" she said. ""Why, you ain't but sixty- nine, you ain't a-rotting yet. What I say is you God a goddamn naura."" ""Ok,"" I said. ""Ok.""" english/ayresphi/Z300265630,243837,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"A Sonnet of Sig. Francesco Petrarca, Giving an Account of the Time, when he fell in Love with Madonna Laura.",1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Pleasure does draw me, Custom pulls me too,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Will spurs me on, Love wounds me with his Dart. Pleasure does draw me, Custom pulls me too, Hope flatters, that I should my Ends pursue, And lends her Right Hand to my Fainting Heart. My wretched Heart accepts, nor yet espies The Weakness of my blind disloyal Guide, My Passions rule, long since my Reason died, And from one found Desire, still others rise. Virtue and Wealth, Beauty and Graceful Meen, Sweet Words, and Person fair as ever was seen, Were the Allurements drew me to her Net: 'Twas Thirteen hundred twenty seven, the Year, April the sixth, this Nymph did first appear, And tied me so, I never shall Freedom get." english/sewardan/Z300482258,451262,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,"SONNET LV. ON THE QUICK TRANSITION FROM WINTER TO SUMMER, IN THE YEAR 1785.",1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Nor grass the field, nor leaves the grove obtains,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Loud blue the north through' April's pallid days, Nor grass the field, nor leaves the grove obtains, Nor crystal sunbeams, nor the gilded rains, That bless the hours of promise, gently raise Warmth in the blood, without that fiery blaze, Which makes it boil along the throbbing veins. -- Albion, displeased, her own loved Spring surveys Passing, with volant step, over russet plains; Sees her to Summer's fierce embraces speed, Pale, and unrobed, -- Faithless! thou well mayest hide Close in his sultry breast thy recreant head, That didst, neglecting thy distinguished isle, In Winter's icy arms so long abide, While Britain vainly languished for thy smile!" c20-american/am20007/Z400202767,547370,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Kees, Weldon, 1914-1955?",1914.0,FOR MY DAUGHTER,1944,14,,Looking into my daughter's eyes I read,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Looking into my daughter's eyes I read Beneath the innocence of morning flesh Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed. Coldest of winds have blown this hair, and mesh Of seaweed snarled these miniatures of hands; The night's slow poison, tolerant and bland, Has moved her blood. Parched years that I have seen That may be hers appear: foul, lingering Death in certain war, the slim legs green. Or, fed on hate, she relishes the sting Of others' agony; perhaps the cruel Bride of a syphilitic or a fool. These speculations sour in the sun. I have no daughter. I desire none." english/masonwil/Z300426471,581455,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mason, William, 1725-1797",1725.0,"SONNET VI. TO GEORGE BUSSY VILLIERS EARL OF JERSEY, &c. &c. AND GEORGE SIMON HARCOURT EARL HARCOURT, &c. &c.",1755,14,The Works (1811),"&indent;Whose blameless life my friendly pen pourtrays,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Ye generous pair, who held the Poet dear, Whose blameless life my friendly pen portrays, Accept, with that combined, his latest lays, While still young Fancy sports in diction clear; And may propitious Fate their merit bear To times, when Taste shall weave the wreaths of praise By modes disdained in these fantastic days; Such wreaths as classic heads were proud to wear. But if no future ear applauds his strain, If mine alike to Lethe's lake descends, Yet, while aloof, on Mem'ry's buoyant main, The gale of Fame your genuine worth extends, Still shall our names this fair distinction gain, That Villiers and that Harcourt called us friends." english/sewardan/Z300482260,284983,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LVII. WRITTEN THE NIGHT PRECEDING THE FUNERAL OF MRS CHARLES BUCKERIDGE.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Thro' Lichfield's darken'd streets I bend my way,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"In the chill silence of the winter eve, Thro' Lichfield's darkened streets I bend my way By that sad mansion, where Nerina's clay Awaits the Morning Knell; -- and awed perceive, In the late bridal chamber, the clear ray Of numerous lights; while over the ceiling stray Shadows of those who frequent pass beneath Round the pale Dead. -- What sounds my senses grieve! For now the busy hammer's stroke appals, That, ""in dread note of preparation,"" falls, Closing the sable lid! -- With sighs I hear These solemn warnings from the house of woes; Pondering how late, for young Nerina, there, Joyous, the love-illumined morn arose." english/cowperwi/Z400323400,132973,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Cowper, William, 1731-1800",1731.0,"SONNET. [Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground]",1761,14,The Works (1835–1837): TRANSLATIONS OF THE LATIN AND ITALIAN POEMS OF MILTON,"&indent;Uncertain whither from myself to fly,",y,Lyric,1700-1750,"Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground, Uncertain whither from myself to fly, To thee, dear Lady, with and humble sighs Let me devote my heart, which I have found By certain proofs, not few, intrepid, found, Good, and addicted to conceptions high: When tempests shake the world, and fire the sky, It rests in adamant self-wrapped around, As safe from envy, and from outrage rude, From Hope's and fears that vulgar minds abuse, As found of genius and fixed fortitude, Of the resounding lyre, and every Muse. Weak you will find it in one only part, Now pierced by Love's immedicable dart." english/smithcha/Z300488925,912423,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET XII. WRITTEN ON THE SEA SHORE.—OCTOBER, 1784.",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Where on the fractured cliff the billows break,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"On some rude fragment of the rocky shore, Where on the fractured cliff the billows break, Musing, my solitary seat I take, And listen to the deep and solemn roar. O'er the dark waves the winds tempestuous howl; The screaming sea-bird quits the troubled sea: But the wild gloomy scene has charms for me, And suits the mournful temper of my soul. Already shipwrecked by the storms of Fate, Like the poor mariner methinks I stand, Cast on a rock; who sees the distant land From whence no succour comes -- or comes too late. Faint and more faint are herd his feeble cries, 'Till in the rising tide the exhausted sufferer die." english/hayleywi/Z300389137,839729,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hayley, William, 1745-1820",1745.0,THE SONNET OF GIUSTINA TO PETRARCH.,1775,14,Poems and Plays (1788),"For future fame, the Poet's fond desire!",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Gladly would I exchange inglorious ease For future fame, the Poet's found desire! And still to live, in spite of death, aspire By Virtue's light, that darkness cannot seize: But, stupified by Custom's blank decrees, The idle vulgar, void of liberal fire, Bid me, with scorn, from Helicon retire, And rudely blame my generous hope to please. Distaffs, not laurels, to your sex belong, They cry -- as honour were beyond our view: To such low cares they wish my spirit bent. Say thou! who marchest, mid the favoured few, To high Parnassus, with triumphant sung, Should I abandon such a fair intent?" english/smithcha/Z300488937,923125,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET XXIV. BY THE SAME. [Make there my tomb, beneath the lime‐tree's shade]",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;Where grass and flowers in wild luxuriance wave;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Make there my tomb, beneath the lime-tree's shade, Where grass and flowers in wild luxuriance wave; Let no memorial mark where I am laid, Or point to common eyes the lover's grave! But oft at twilight morn, or closing day, The faithful friend with faltering step shall glide, Tributes of found regret by stealth to pay, And sighs over the unhappy suicide! And sometime, when the Sun with parting rays Gilds the long grass that hides my silent bed, The tear shall tremble in my Charlotte's eyes; Dear, precious drops! -- they shall embalm the dead! Yes -- Charlotte over the mournful spot shall weep, Where her poor Werter -- and his sorrows sleep!" english/sewardan/Z300482297,363465,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XCIV.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;Retirement's silent hours.—Himself he flies,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"All is not right with him, who ill sustains Retirement's silent hours. -- Himself he flies, Perchance from that insipid equipoise, Which always with the hapless mind remains That feels no native bias; never gains One energy of will, that does not rise From some external cause, to which he hies From his own blank inanity. -- When reigns, With a strong cultured mind, this wretched hate To commune with himself, from thought that tells Of some lost joy, or dreaded stroke of fate He struggles to escape; -- or sense that dwells On secret gilded towards God, or Man, with weight, Thrice dire, the self-exiling flight impels." english/griffinb/Z200383331,292997,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XLIX. [My cruell fortunes clowded with a frowne],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Lurke in the bosome of eternall night:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"My cruel Fortune's clouded with a frown, Lurke in the bosom of eternal night: My climbing thoughts are basely haled down, My best devices prove but after-sight. Poor outcast of the world's exiled room, I live in wilderness of deep lament: No hope reserved me but a hopeless tomb, When fruitless life, and fruitful woes are spent. Shall Phœbus hinder little stars to shine Or lofty Cedar Mushrome leave to grow? Sure mighty men at little ones repine, The rich is to the poor a common foe. Fidessa seeing how the world does go, Ioyneth with fortune in my overthrow." english/hayleywi/Z300389077,5488,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hayley, William, 1745-1820",1745.0,SONNET TO Mrs. SMITH,1775,14,Poems and Plays (1788),&indent;Attractive poetess of plaintive strain!,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Thou whose chaste sung simplicity inspires, Attractive poetess of plaintive strain! Speak not unjustly of poetic fires, Nor the pure bounty of thy Muse arraign: No, not the source, the soother she of pain. If thy soft breast the thorns of anguish knew, Ah! think what myriads with thy truth complain Of fortune's thorny paths! and think how few Of all those myriads know thy magic art, The fiercer pangs of sorrow to subdue, By those melodious tears that ease thy heart, And bid the breath of fame thy life renew; Sure to excite, till nature's self decays, Her lasting sympathy, her endless praise!" modern/oxf0901/Z200245162,642836,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Oswald, Alice, 1966-",1966.0,"SEA SONNET [A field, a sea‐flower, three stones, a stile]",1996,14,,"A field, a sea‐flower, three stones, a stile",,Sonnet,1950-2000,"A field, a seaflower, three stones, a style Not one thing close to another throughout air. The cliff's uplifted lawns. You and I walk light as wicker in virtual contact. Prepositions lie exposed. All along the swimmer is deeper than the water. I have looked under the wave, I saw your body floating on the darkness. Oh time and water cannot touch. Not touch. Only a blob far out, your singularity and the sea's inalienable currents flow at angles ... and if I love you this is incidental as on the sand one blue towel, one white towel." english/smithcha/Z300488986,834689,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXIII. THE GOSSAMER.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread;,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze, The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread; Waving in every sighing air that stirs, As Fairy fingers had entwined the thread: A thousand trembling orbs of lucid Due Spangle the texture of the fairy loom, As if soft Sylphs, lamenting as they flew, Had wept departed Summer's transient bloom: But the wind rises, and the turf receives The glittering web: -- So, evanescent, fade Bright views that Youth with sanguine heart believes: So vanish schemes of bliss, by Fancy made; Which, fragile as the fleeting dews of morn, Leave but the withered heath, and barren thorn!" english/miltonjo/Z300437799,119921,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Milton, John, 1608-1674",1608.0,IX. [Lady that in the prime of earliest youth],1638,14,Poems (1645),"Lady that in the prime of earliest youth,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Lady that in the prime of earliest youth, Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the Hill of heavenly Truth, The better part with Mary, and the Ruth, Chosen thou hast, and they that overween, And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth. Thy care is fixed, and zealously attends To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light, And Hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastful friends Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night, Hast gained thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure." english/miscell2/Z300438875,819727,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET I. [O&wblank;, whom virtue makes the worthy heir]",1729,14,,"&indent;Of&wblank;'s titles, and of&wblank;'s estate,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"O&wblank;, whom virtue makes the worthy heir Of&wblank;'s titles, and of&wblank;'s estate, Blessed in a wife, whose beauty, though so rare, Is the least grace of all that round her wait, While other youths, sprung from the good and great, In devious paths of pleasure seek their bane, Reckless of wisdom's lore, of birth, or state, Meanly debauched, or insolently vain; Through Virtue's sacred gate to Honour's fane You and your fair associate ceaseless climb With glorious emulation, sure to gain A meed, shall last beyond the reign of Time: From your example long may Britain see, Degenerate Britain, what the great should be." english/griffinb/Z200383317,626243,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXXV [I haue not spent the Aprill of my time],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;The sweet of youth in plotting in the aire:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"I have not spent the April of my time, The sweet of youth in plotting in the air: But do at first adventure seek to climb, Whil'st flowers of blooming years are green and fair. I am no leaving of al-withering age, I have not suffered many winter lowres: I feel no storm, unless my Love do rage, And then in grief I spend both days and hours. This yet does comfort that my flower lasted, Until it did approach my Sun too near: And then (alas) untimely was it blasted, So soon as once thy beauty did appear. But after all, my comfort rests in this, That for thy sake my youth decayed is." english/downmanh/Z300341592,237135,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XXVI. To Miss E. WALKER.,1770,14,"Poems to Thespia ... Sonnets, &c. (1791)","Strains, which thy real Friends conjointly give,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Accept these strains inspired by love sincere; Strains, which thy real Friends conjointly give, Who ever shall esteem thy welfare dear; And with them thanks, to kindness due, receive! For when black clouds obscured my Thespia's sighed, And envious hid the cheerful beams of Heaven; When from each darling object well-nigh riven, Methought I saw the dreary realms of night, Death's meager from, the joyless house of clay; Then didst thou strive to render grief more light, And the perplexing burden take away Of every care domestic. -- In thy breast Still be the warmer sentiments carest, Which (though unthanked) can well themselves repay." english/griffinb/Z200383297,575267,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XV. [Care‐charmer sleepe, sweet ease in restles miserie]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;The captiues libertie, and his freedomes long:",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Care-charmer sleep, sweet ease in restless misery, The captives liberty, and his freedoms long: Balm of the bruised heart, men chief felicity, Brother of quiet death, when life is too too long. A Comedie it is, and now and Historie, What is not sleep unto the feeble mind? It eases him that toils, and him that's sorry: It makes the deaf to hear, to see the blind. Ungentle sleep, thou helpest all but me, For when I sleep my soul is vexed most: It is Fidessa that does master thee, If she approach (alas) thy power is lost. But here she is: see how he runs amain, I fear at night he will not come again." english/smithcha/Z300488983,930674,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LX. TO AN AMIABLE GIRL.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Its silken leaves yet moist with early dew,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Miranda! mark where shrinking from the gale, Its silken leaves yet moist with early Due, That fair faint flower, the Lily of the Vale, Droops its meek head, and looks, methinks, Like you! Wrapp'd in a shadowy veil of tender green, Its snowy Bells' a soft perfume dispense, And bending as reluctant to be seen, In simple loveliness it sooths the sense. With bosom bared to meet the garish day, The glaring Tulip, gaudy, undismayed, Offends the eye of taste; that turns away To seek the Lily in her fragrant shade. With such unconscious beauty, pensive, mild, Miranda charms -- Nature's soft modest child." english/smithcha/Z300488999,878155,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXXVI. TO A YOUNG MAN ENTERING THE WORLD.,1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),&indent;Is come: The World demands that thou shouldst go,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Go now, ingenuous Youth! -- The trying hour Is come: The World demands that thou shouldst go To active life: There titles, wealth and power May all be purchased -- Yet I joy to know Thou wilt not pay their price. The base control Of petty despots in their pedant reign Already hast thou felt; -- and high disdain Of Tyrants is imprinted on thy soul -- Not, where mistaken Glory, in the field Rears her read banner, be thou ever found; But, against proud Oppression raise the shield Of Patriot daring -- So shalt thou renowned For the best virtues live; or that denied May'st die, as Hampden or as Sydney died!" english/huddesfo/Z200401147,252963,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Huddesford, George, 1749-1809",1749.0,SONNET XII. TO BOCCACCIO.,1779,14,The Wiccamical Chaplet (1804),"&indent;Not for thy Latian bays, nor that 'twas thine",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Not for thy Gothic trumpet's martial rage, Not for thy Latian bays, nor that 'it thine The Tuscan's rugged perjod to refine, Nor yet, Boccaccio, that thy faithful page Reflects the genuine manners of thy age; Nor that, enlivened at thy sprightlier style, Pale Sorrow's victims smooth the brow and smile; For nought of work Like this, immortal Sage, Haste I to twine this garland round thy tomb: But that I oft have herd Nastagio's fears At his dread vision, oft have wept the doom Of fair Ghismonda sunk in early years, I crown thee with this chaplet's simple bloom; The Bard sublime of Terror and of Tears." modern/car2902/Z300134424,19745,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,On Jupiter (1990),1950,14,,Scotland was found on Jupiter. That's true.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Scotland was found on Jupiter. That's true. We lost all track of time, but there it was. No one told us its origins, its cause. A simulacrum, a dissolving view? It seemed as solid as a terrier shaking itself dry from a brisk black swim in the reservoir of Jupiter's grim crimson trustless eye. No soul-ferrier guarded the swampy waves. Any gods there, if they had made the thing in play, were gone, and if the land had launched its own life out among the echoes of inhuman air, its launchers were asleep, or had withdrawn, throwing their stick into a sea of doubt." english/smithcha/Z300488992,942064,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET LXIX. WRITTEN AT THE SAME PLACE, ON SEEING A SEAMAN RETURN WHO HAD BEEN IMPRISONED AT ROCHFORT.",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Threw a bright veil, and catching lights between,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Clouds, gold and purple, over the westering ray Threw a bright veil, and catching lights between, Fell on the glancing sail, that we had seen With soft, but adverse winds, throughout the day Contending vainly: as the vessel nears, Encreasing numbers hail it from the shore; Lo! on the deck a pallid from appears, Half wondering to behold himself once more Approach his home -- And now he can discern His cottage thatch amid surrounding trees; Yet, trembling, dreads lest sorrow or disease Await him there, embittering his return: But all he loves are safe; with heart elate, Tho' poor and plundered, he absolves his fate!" modern/car2902/Z300134427,489224,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Summons (1990),1950,14,,"The year was ending, and the land lay still.",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The year was ending, and the land lay still. Despite our countdown, we were loath to go, kept padding along the ridge, the broad glow of the city beneath us, and the hill swirling with a little missed. Stars were right, plans, power; only now this unforeseen reluctance, Like a slate we could not clean of characters, yet could not read, or write our answers on, or smash, or take with us. Not a hedgehog stirred. We sighed, climbed in, locked. If it was love we felt, would it not keep, and travel where we traveled? Without fuss we lifted off, but as we checked and talked a far horn grew to break that people's sleep." english/griffinb/Z200383283,196260,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. I. [Fidessa faire; long liue a happie maiden],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Blest from thy cradle by a worthie mother:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Fidessa fair; long live a happy maiden, Blessed from thy cradle by a worthy mother: High-thoughted (Like to her) with bounty laden, Like pleasing grace affording one and other. Sweet model of thy far renowned Sire, Holde back a while thy ever-giving hand: And though these free pend lines do nought require, For that they scorn at base Reward to stand: Yet crave they must, for that they beg the least, Dumb is the message of my hidden grief, And store of speech by silence is increased, Oh let me die or purchase some relief. Bounteous Fidessa cannot be so cruel, As for to make my heart her fancies fuel." english/smithcha/Z300488914,564528,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET I. [The partial Muse, has from my earliest hours]",1779,14,Elegiac sonnets (1797–1800),"&indent;Smiled on the rugged path I'm doom'd to tread,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"The partial Muse, has from my earliest hours Smiled on the rugged path I'm doomed to tread, And still with sportive hand has snatched wild flowers, To weave fantastic garlands for my head: But far, far happier is the lot of those Who never learned her dear delusive art; Which, while it decks the head with many a rose, Reserves the thorn, to fester in the heart. For still she bids soft Pity's melting eye Stream over the hills she knows not to remove, Points every pang, and deepens every sighs Of mourning friendship, or unhappy love. Ah! then, how dear the Muse's favours cost, If those paint sorrow best -- who feel it most!" english/hayleywi/Z300389072,382685,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hayley, William, 1745-1820",1745.0,SONNET TO Dr. HARINGTON,1775,14,Poems and Plays (1788),"&indent;&indent;Is eager to declare how much she owes,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Harmonious friend! to whom my honoured Muse Is eager to declare how much she owes, Accept, and with indulgent eye peruse Her hasty verse, impatient to disclose How from your aid her new attraction flows. Cold as the figure of unfinished clay, Which by Prometheus' plastic hand arose, My lifeless sung in half existence lay: I could not add the spark of heavenly flame: To harmony's high sphere I dared not stray To steal from thence -- but in this languid frame You pour, without a theft, the vital ray: Your generous art the quickening spirit gives, And by your tuneful fire the Ballad lives." english/miscell2/Z300438880,81205,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET VI. [R&wblank;, who well hast judg'd the task too hard]",1729,14,,&indent;Of this short life throughout the total day,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"R&wblank;, 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 with pay, Specious, yet ill to liberty preferred. Bounding thy wishes by the golden mean, Nor weakly bartering happiness for show, Wisely thou'st left the busy bustling scene, Where merit seldom has successful been, In C&wblank;'s shades to taste the joys, that flow From calm retirement, and a mind serene." c20-american/am20117/Z200223376,902464,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Kelly, Robert, 1935-",1935.0,"A SONNET FOR TED BERRIGAN'S SONNETS REPRINTED, INSTEAD ALAS OF THE REVIEW I PROMISED",1965,14,,"It must be the whole world dont you think,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"It must be the whole world doubt you think, books on the edge of the table, window, and across the street brownstone houses Like more books waiting to be read. Eat everything on the plate, wash the dishes spread out the ratty tarot cards and listen. Further down in you than the tortellini fell a congress of deceptions practices truth. Listen, if we sat here after a big dinner watching the sun fall into Jersey for a thousand years it would never stop talking down in there. And that's just the beginning isnt it, since even these words we finally gasp out are just scraps of a word you can almost remember." english/griffinb/Z200383292,491975,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. X. [Clip not sweet loue the wings of my desire],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Although it soare aloft and mount too hie:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Clip not sweet love the wings of my desire, Although it soar aloft and mount too High: But rather bear with me though I aspire: For I have wings to bear me to the sky. What though I mount, there is no Sun but thee? And sith no other Sun, why should I fear? Thou wilt not burn me though thou terrify: And though thy brightness do so great appear, Dear, I seek not to batter down thy glory, Nor do I envy that thy hope increases: Oh never think thy fame does make me sorry, For thou must live by fame when beauty ceases. Besides, since from one root we both did spring, Why should not I thy fame and beauty sing?" english/woodford/Z300542179,647443,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,SONNET. The Vanity of thinking to get Fame by Riming.,1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"Of old Bards emulous, and their ancient Praise,",y,,1600-1650,"What dost Thou, Man, what thinkest Thou, to what end Of old Bards emulous, and their ancient Praise, In Riming spendest Thou all Thy Strength and Days, Nor ever what's of more concern intend? Fame which Thou courtest never did commend Of true Desert, or if she does, delays Till 'it be too late; no Monument does raise But to along since dead, or dying Friend. And Thou, if Thou desirest that Friend to be, What art the better for it in the Grave, Thither Thy Fame will never follow Thee, Nor with the Dead shalt Thou more Honour have For Verse, than if Thou Verse hadst never known, The Living will not, Dead can give Thee none." english/griffinb/Z200383289,536929,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. VII. [Oft haue mine eyes the Agents of mine heart],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;(False traytor eyes conspiring my decay),y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Oft have mine eyes the Agents of mine heart, (False traitor eyes conspiring my decay) Pleaded for grace with dumb and silent art, Streaming forth tears my sorrows to allay. Moning the wrong they do unto their Lord, Forcing the cruel fair by means to yield: Making her (gainst her will) some grace t'affoord, And striving soar at length to win the field. Thus work they means to feed my fainting hope, And str&ebar;gthened hope adds matter to each thought: Yet when they all come to their end and scope, They do but wholly bring poor me to nought. She'l never yield, although they ever cry, And therefore we must altogether die." english/miltonjo/Z300437812,19371,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Milton, John, 1608-1674",1608.0,XII. On the same.,1638,14,Poems Upon Several Occasions (1673),I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When strait a barbarous noise environs me Of Owls and Cuckoes, Asses, Apes and Dogs. As when those Hinds that were transformed to Froggs Raild at Latona's twin-born progeny Which after held the Sun and Moon in see. But this is God by casting Pearl to Hoggs; That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood, And still revolt when truth would set them free. Licence they mean when they cry liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good; But from that mark how far they roave we see For all this wast of wealth, and loss of blood." english/hayleywi/Z300389133,833097,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hayley, William, 1745-1820",1745.0,SONNET I.,1775,14,Poems and Plays (1788),"Her lavish boons, and through my willing soul",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"While on my head kind Fortune deigned to pour Her lavish boons, and through my willing soul Made tides of ecstasy and pleasure roll, I sung the raptures of each passing hour. But Love, who herd me praise the golden shower, Resolved my found presumption to control; And painful darkness over my spirit stole, Lest I should dare to tell his treacherous power. O you, whom his hard yoke compels to bend To others' will, if in my various lay Sad plaints you find, and fears, and cruel wrong, To suffering nature and to truth attend; For in the measure you have felt his sway, Your sympathizing hearts will feel my sung." english/sewardan/Z300482282,683200,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXXIX.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Virtue's bright semblance stimulates my heart,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"While unsuspecting trust in all that wears Virtue's bright semblance stimulates my heart To find its dearest pleasures in the part Taken in other's joys; yielding to theirs Its own desires, each latent wish that bears The selfish stamp, O! let me shun the art Taught by smooth Flattery in her courtly Mars, Where Simulation's studied smile ensnares! Scorn that exterior varnish for the mind, Which, while it polishes the manners, veils In showy clouds the soul. -- E'en thus we find Glass, over whose surface clear the pencil steals, Grown less transparent, though' with colours gay, Sheds but the darkened and ambiguous ray." english/griffinb/Z200383320,29538,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXXVIII. [Was neuer eye did see my Mistris face],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","Was neuer mind that once did mind her grace,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Was never eye did see my Mistress face, Was never ear did hear Fidessa's tongue, Was never mind that once did mind her grace, That ever thought the travail to be long. When her I see, no creature I behold, So plainly say these advocates of love, That now do fear, and now to speak are bold, Trembling apace, when they resolve to prove. These strange effects do show a hidden power, (A majesty all base attempts reproving) That glads or daunts as she does laugh or lower, Surely some goddess harbours in their moving: Who thus my muse from base attempts hath raised, Whom thus my muse beyond compare hath praised." english/edwards2/Z200344693,75002,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXX.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;(When Passions rule, or proud Ambition's call",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Harvy, dear Kinsman, who in prime of youth (When Passions rule, or proud Ambition's call Too oft misleads our heedless steps to fall From the fair paths of Virtue, Peace, and Truth,) For erring Souls touched with a generous ruth, Did'st vow thy service to the God of All; Anxious to rescue free the captive thrall From the old Serpent's deadly poisonous tooth; Great is the weight, important is the care, Of that high office which thou madest thy choice; Be strong, be faithful therefore to thy best, Nor pains, nor prayers, nor fair example spare; So thou shalt hear at last that cheering voice, ""Well done, good Servant, enter into rest.""" english/sewardan/Z300482296,431151,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XCIII.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),&indent;Haply in that mild planet's crystal sphere,y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"Yon soft star, peering over the sable cloud, Sheds its green lustre through' the darksome air. -- Haply in that mild planet's crystal sphere Live the freed spirits, over whose timeless shroud Swell'd my lone sighs, my tearful sorrows flowed. They, of these long regrets perhaps aware, View them with pitying smiles. -- O! then, if ever Your guardian cares may be on me bestowed, For the pure friendship of our youthful days, Ere yet you soared from earth, illume my heart, That roves bewildered in Dejection's night, And led it back to peace! -- as now you dart, From your pellucid mansion, the kind rays, That through' misleading darkness stream so bright." english/pyehenry/Z300467590,860499,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Pye, Henry James, 1745-1813",1745.0,"SONNET I. [Majestic Thames, whose ample current flows]",1775,14,Verses on several subjects (1802),"&indent;The wood reflecting in its silver tide,",y,,1700-1750,"Majestic Thames, whose ample current flows, The wood reflecting in its silver tide, Which, hanging from the hills that grace thy side, O'er this clear fount its massy foliage throws; Here on thy brink my limbs again repose: Yet though thy waves Augusta's towers divide, Or by the foot of princely Windsor glide; Still with more heartfelt joy my bosom glows, While memory shows by Isis' virgin stream, Where first I wooed the witching powers of sung, As wrapped in fancy's sweet delusive dream, I desultory roved her banks along, Nor asked a brighter wreathe to grace my theme, Than humbly grew her willowy shades among." english/miscell2/Z300438887,486697,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET XIII. [Thou, who successive in that honor'd seat]",1729,14,,"&indent;Presid'st, the feuds of jaring Chiefs to 'swage,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Thou, who successive in that honoured seat Presid'st, the feuds of jarring Chiefs to 'suage, To check the boisterous force of Party rage, Raise modest worth, and guide the high debate, Sometimes retiring from the toils of State, Thou turnest th'instructive Greek or Roman page, Or what our British Bards of later age In scarce inferior numbers can relate: Amid this feast of Mind, when Fancy's Child, Sweet Shakespear, raps the soul to virtuous deed, When Spenser warbling tunes his Doric lays, Or the first Man from Paradise exiled Great Milton sings, can aught my rustic reed Presume to found, that may deserve thy praise?" english/sewardan/Z300482238,168282,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXXV. SPRING.,1772,14,The Poetical Works (1810),"&indent;And gently shake the hawthorn's silver crown,",y,Sonnet,1700-1750,"In April's gilded morn when south winds blow, And gently shake the hawthorn's silver crown, Wafting its scent the forest-glade down, The dewy shelter of the bounding do, Then, under trees, soft tufts of primrose show Their palely-yellowing flowers; -- to the moist sun Blue harebells peep, while cowslips stand unblown, Plighted to riper May; -- and lavish flow The lark's loud carols in the wilds of air. O! not to Nature's glad enthusiast cling Avarice, and pride. -- Thro' her now blooming sphere Charmed as he roves, his thoughts enraptured spring To Him, who gives frail man's appointed time These cheering hours of promise and of prime." english/smithcha/Z300488960,300758,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XLVII. TO FANCY.,1779,14,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 Experience hangs her head O'er the sad grave of murdered Happiness! Thro' thy false medium, then, no longer viewed, May fancied pain and fancied pleasure fly, And I, as from me all thy dreams depart, Be to my wayward destiny subdued: Nor seek perfection with a poet's eye, Nor suffer anguish with a poet's heart!" c20-english/fa0201/Z200608704,630035,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Armitage, Simon, 1963-",1963.0,"Look, Stranger",1993,14,,Skimmed into the sea of the century,,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 out the mainland. The first to cross find a coast of sharp rocks, sheer cliffs, high tides and a dangerous swell. A branch, Like a vine, trails down from the top -- they start to climb, then stop; they know that smell: Audacious audacious could be the root, but commonly this tree's known by its fruit." modern/car2902/Z300134394,33394,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,De Quincey in Glasgow (1990),1950,14,,Twelve thousand drops of laudanum a day,,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 with pharmacy in his throat. When afternoons grew late, he feared and longed for dusk. In that high room in Rottenrow he looks out east to the Necropolis. Its crowded tombs rise jostling, living, thronged with shadows, and the granite-bloodying glow flares on the dripping bronze of a used kris." english/downmanh/Z400341499,286432,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,SONNET II. [Though here almost eternal Winter reigns],1770,14,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; Or where over the grey moss her bore feet stray: Hence active nerves, and scorn of danger flow; Hence when of late, called forth to mortal fray, At their approach, Revenge more furious grew, War smiled, while triple Rage new steeled his heart, Pale bloodless Fear turned to a ghastlier hue, And Death more dreadful shook his pointed dart." english/hayleywi/Z300389134,436185,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hayley, William, 1745-1820",1745.0,"SONNET XIX. ON THE DEATH OF THE POET'S MISTRESS, DONNA CATALINA DE ATAIDE, WHO DIED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY.",1775,14,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 longing eyes was wont to blaze. But if from virtue's source my sorrows rise, For the sad loss I never can repair, Be thine to justify my endless sighs, And to the Throne of Grace prefer thy prayer, That Heaven, who made thy span of life so brief, May shorten mine, and give my soul relief." english/edwards2/Z200344679,905293,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XVII.,1729,14,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 bear along To learned foreigners, and future days: Yet do not Thou thy native language scorn; In which great Shakespear, Spenser, Milton sang Such strains as may with Greek or Roman vie: This cultivate, raise, polish and adorn; So each fair Maid shall on thy numbers hang, And every Briton bless thy melody." english/miltonjo/Z300437798,746901,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Milton, John, 1608-1674",1608.0,"VIII. [Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms]",1638,14,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 Lands and Seas, What ever climb the Suns bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses Bowre. The great Emathian Conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when Temple and Tower Went to the ground: And the repeated air Of sad Electra's Poet had the power To save that' Athenian Walls from ruin bore." english/wartont2/Z200521507,209690,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Warton, Thomas, 1728-1790",1728.0,SONNET IX. TO THE RIVER LODON.,1758,14,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 pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene. Sweet native stream! those skies and suns so pure No more return, to cheer my evening road! Yet still one joy remains, that not obscure, Nor useless, all my vacant days have flowed, From youth's gay dawn to manhood's prime mature; Nor with the Muse's laurel unbestowed." english/edwards2/Z200344665,497161,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET III.,1729,14,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 gone, A pleasing sad remembrance fills my breast. Did the sharp pang, we feel for friends deceased, Unbated last, we must with anguish die; But Nature bids it's rigor should be eased By lenient Time, and strong Necessity; These calm the passion, and subdue the mind, To bear appointed lot of human kind." english/hannaypa/Z300385841,988904,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet XIX.,1659,14,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 does men misery forerun. Now in the right way turn my wandering heart, Teach me to be bid farewell to found desire. Deceiuing Error and Uaine-ioy depart, With thy all-quickening spirit my soul inspire. Grant Lord I may redeem my misspent time, And (if I sing) to thee I praise may chime." english/downmanh/Z300341586,145147,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XX. To Mr. HOLE.,1770,14,"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 heroic numbers charm, By thee, my friend, is every muse carest; Thy fancy their delightful visions warm; Thine are the rural haunts, and solitude Which fosters still enthusiastic thought, Retirement which admits not folly rude, And scenes by love and virtue ever sought." english/tranguar/Z200512567,695766,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Translator of Guarini, fl. 1602",1602.0,"A Sonnet of the Translator, dedicated to that honourable Knight his kinsman, Syr Edward Dymock.",1632,14,Il pastor fido: or The faithfull Shepheard (1602),A silly hand hath fashiond vp a sute,y,,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 Brutus. If I have failed express his native look, And be in my translation taxed of blame, I must appeal to that true censures book That says t'is harder to reform a frame, Then for to built from ground work of ones wit, A new creation of a noble fit." english/sewardan/Z300482207,561327,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,"SONNET IV. TO HONORA SNEYD, WHOSE HEALTH WAS ALWAYS BEST IN WINTER.",1772,14,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 so loud; while, from the sighed Coy bending their dropped heads, young cowslips fling Rich perfume over the fields. -- It is the prime Of hours that beauty robes: -- yet all they gild, Cheer and delight in this their fragrant time, For thy dear sake, to me less pleasure yield Than, veiled in sleet, and rain, and hoary rhyme, Dim Winter's naked hedge and plashy field." english/edwards2/Z200344707,886528,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XLIV.,1729,14,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 with the dead, We're equal all, and vain distinctions fade: The cowslip, violet, or the pale primrose Perhaps may chance to deck the verdant sword; Which twisted briar or hasle-bands entwine; Symbols of life's soon fading glories those -- Do thou the monumental hillock guard From trampling cattle, and the routing swine." english/smithcha/Z300488957,315296,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XLIV. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH‐YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX.,1779,14,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 the village dead, And breaks the silent sabbath of the grave! With shells and seaweed mingled, on the shore Lo! their bones whiten in the frequent wave; But vain to them the winds and waters rave; They hear the warring elements no more: While I am doomed -- by life's long storm oppressed, To gaze with envy on their gloomy rest." english/sewardan/Z300482242,535367,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XXXIX. WINTER EVENING.,1772,14,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 concentering thoughts explore, Freed from external Pleasure's glittering chain. Then most the understanding's culture pays Luxuriant harvest, nor shall Folly bring Her aids obtrusive. -- Then, with ardent gaze, The Ingenious to their rich resources spring, While sullen Winter's dull imprisoning days Hang on the vacant mind with flagging wing." english/smithcha/Z300488936,976705,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XXIII. BY THE SAME. TO THE NORTH STAR.,1779,14,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 appear Thro' the swift clouds -- driven by the wind along: Or in the turbid water, rude and dark, O'er whose wild stream the gust of Winter raves, Thy trembling light with pleasure still I mark, Gleam in faint radiance on the foaming waves! So over my soul short rays of reason fly, Then fade: -- and leave me to despair, and die!" modern/car2802/Z300546795,462894,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Middleton, Christopher, 1926-",1926.0,SONNET OF THE FAINT HEART,1956,14,,"He loves to be in touch, that above all;",,,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 nod and off they haul. Yet such effusion of respect he takes To differ not a bit from what he knew. It's Like the palping he's accustomed to: A glance, bereft of obligation, rakes, From random spectres squeaking passed, the few Sharp featured icons even he forsakes." english/smithcha/Z300488920,329927,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET VII. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE.,1779,14,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 mate, And still protect the sung she loves so well. With cautious step, the love-lorn youth shall glide Thro' the lone brake that shades thy mossy nest; And shepherd girls, from eyes profane shall hide The gentle bird, who sings of pity best: For still thy voice shall soft affections move, And still be dear to sorrow, and to love!" english/smithcha/Z300488987,170575,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXIV. WRITTEN AT BRISTOL IN THE SUMMER OF 1794.,1779,14,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, whose Heav'n-taught skill Charmed the deep echos of the rifted shore. But tepid waves, wild scenes, or summer air, Restore they palsied Fancy, woe-deprest? Check they the torpid influence of Despair, Or bid warm Health reanimate the breast; Where Hope's soft visions have no longer part, And whose sad inmate is -- a broken heart?" english/griffinb/Z200383312,318376,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXX. [Weepe now no more mine eyes, but be you drowned]",1632,14,"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 forgotten, By those true outward signs of inward smart. For how c&abar; he that hath not one tear left him, Streame out those floods that's due unto her moaning? When both of eyes and tears she hath bereft him: Oh verti'le signify my grief with groaning! True sighs, true groans shall echo in the air, And say Fidessa (though most cruel) is most fair." modern/car2902/Z300134420,21722,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Coin (1990),1950,14,,"We brushed the dirt off, held it to the light.",,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 guessed but never found at the worn edge where once the date had been and where as many fingers had gripped hard as Hope's their silent raze had lost or gained. The marshy scurf crept up to our machine, sucked at our boots. Yet nothing seemed ill-starred. And least of all the realm the coin contained." english/masonwil/Z300426473,664485,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mason, William, 1725-1797",1725.0,"SONNET VIII. FEBRUARY 23, 1796. ANNIVERSARY.",1755,14,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 morn of May: With them all fear of season's change is flown; Like them I sing, yet not, Like them beguiled, Expect the vernal bloom of youth to know: But, though such hope be from my breast exiled, I feel warm Piety's superior glow, And as my winter, Like the year's, is mild, Give praise to Him, from whom all mercies flow." english/griffinb/Z200383291,799633,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. IX. [My spotles loue that neuer yet was tainted],1632,14,"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 apace: All do reward expect of faith and duty. Now either thou must prove th'vnkindest one, And as thou fairest art, must cruelest be: Or else with pity yield unto their moan, Their moan that ever will importune thee. Ah thou must be unkind and give denial, And I poor I must stand unto my trial." english/wartont2/Z200521501,620514,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Warton, Thomas, 1728-1790",1728.0,SONNET III. WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF DUGDALE'S MONASTICON.,1758,14,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 themes, unclassic falsely stiled, Intent. While cloistered Piety displays Her mouldering roll, the piercing eye explores New manners, and the pomp of elder days, Whence culls the pensive barred his pictured stores. Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways Of hoar Antiquity, but strewn with flowers." english/edwards2/Z200344684,654968,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXII.,1729,14,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 conjoined To led our Youth to Good, and guard from Ill: O long enjoy, what thou so well hast wone, The grateful tribute of each honest heart Sincere, nor hackneyed in the ways of men; At each distressful stroke their true tears run, And Nature, unsophisticate by Art, Owns and applauds the labors of thy pen." english/cottonch/Z300321533,17428,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,Sonnet. I. [Alice is tall and upright as a Pine],1660,14,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'improve her to the best. Full fain she would be husbanded, and yet, Alass! she cannot a fit Lab'rer get To cultivate her to her own content: Fain would she be (God wot) about her task, And yet (forsooth) she is too proud to ask, And (which is worse) too modest to consent." c20-english/ep11001/Z200301021,420529,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Empson, William, 1906-1984",1906.0,Sonnet (1955),1936,14,,Not wrongly moved by this dismaying scene,,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 And reconverted to be kind and clean. A more heartening fact about the cultures of man Is their appalling stubbornness. The sea Is always calm ten fathoms down. The gigan- -tic anthropological circus riotously Holds open all its booths. The pygmy plan Is one note each and the tune goes out free." english/downmanh/Z300341571,216610,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,V. To Mr. CODRINGTON.,1770,14,"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 and vice to find) Promoting every social good to live; Who (though unmeriting) still viewest mankind With found affection's eye: strains such as these From thee are sure of welcome; strains where youth Yet uncorrupted, all it's soul displays, And suffering love, and firm unshaken truth." english/downmanh/Z300341576,809645,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,"X. To JAMES WHITE, Esq.",1770,14,"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 runs to waste, Profit it's only aim, or short-lived fame. The distant provinces, where nature still Resides, where virtue for protection flies, Cherish the muse; the barred there takes his quill, And writes to judgment's unpolluted eyes; Amid whose sons, White! she inserts thy name." english/hayleywi/Z300389074,71717,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hayley, William, 1745-1820",1745.0,SONNET TO Mrs. HAYLEY,1775,14,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 contention all her sails unfurled, Have groaned the weight of ill-starred war to feel; Now let thy placid waters gaily bear A freight far differing from bloodthirsty steel; See Hayley now to cross thy flood prepare, A female merchant, fraught with friendly zeal! Give her kind gales, you spirits of the air, Kind as her heart, and as her purpose fair!" english/downmanh/Z300341593,847939,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XXVII. To Mr. STACEY.,1770,14,"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 ray, And the star rose, clear harbinger of night: While wit, and frolic humour, pun, or jest, Tied mirth and laughter to the festive board: With old wine crowned, culled from the choicest hoard. Though I no more perhaps may be thy guest, Thou mine, (so inauspicious health ordains) With hospitable smile receive my strains!" modern/car2902/Z300134382,865011,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Silva Caledonia (1990),1950,14,,"The darkness deepens, and the woods are long.",,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? Where are the eyes that should peer from those dens? Marsh-lights, yes, mushroom-banks, leaf-mould, rank ferns, and up above, a sense of wings, of flight, of clattering, of calls through fog. Yet men, going about invisible concerns, are here, and our immoderate delight waits to see them, and hear them speak, again." modern/car2902/Z300134403,563056,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Seferis on Eigg (1990),1950,14,,The isles of Scotland! the isles of Scotland!,,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 there was -- he might half-unwind it. One day he visited the silent cave where Walter Scott, that tawdry Ulysses, purloined a suffocated clansman's skull. Crowns of Scottish kings were sacred; the lave can whistle for dignity -- who misses them, peasants, slaves? Greeks, too, could shrug the cull." english/cowperwi/Z400323399,553466,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Cowper, William, 1731-1800",1731.0,"SONNET. [Lady! it cannot be, but that thine eyes]",1761,14,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 them, in the lover's language -- sighs. Some, though with pain, my bosom close conceals, Which, if in part escaping thence, they tend To soften thine, thy coldness soon congeals. While others to my tearful eyes ascend, Whence my sad nights in showers are ever drowned, Till my Aurora come, her brow with roses bound." english/sbtomkin/Z300493098,268090,,English Poetry,"Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623",1623.0,SEAVENTH SONNET Ex Psal. 143.,1653,14,,My hart's all inly Vext. Yet I apply'd mee,y,,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? Then Show my Sin, and in thy Seruice guide me. Succour me Lord, Save me with expedition, My Spirit fainteth: therefore mine affection, My Minde, my Sovle, I lift (with all Submission) To thee my Lord, my God, and my protection: Draw me from Danger under thy Tuition, For I thy Servant am by thine Election." c20-american/am30108/Z300368283,390900,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Ray, David, 1932-",1932.0,SONNET TO SEABROOK,1962,14,,In New Hampshire's green paradise this June,,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 lover. Where are our Thoreaus and our Emersons? Lying in their graves, not so deep as this! The earth is hollowed, spooned in helpless tons. Death is promised in slow doses, Like bliss. Technicians tell us Armageddon's fine. Cranes hover over shale. Slow rivers shine." english/ayresphi/Z300265659,529350,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. PLATONIC LOVE.,1668,14,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 In Mortal Closet, where 'this kept in Store. Our Souls are in one mutual Knot combined, Not Common Passion, Dull and Unrefin'd; Our Flame ascends, That smothers here below: The Body made of Earth, turns to the same, As Soul t'Eternity, from whence it came; My Love's Immortal then, and Mistress too." english/whytesam/Z300535610,98251,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Whyte, S. (Samuel), 1733-1811",1733.0,"SONNET IV. ON SEEING MISS POPE IN VARIOUS CHARACTERS. WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF A PLAY‐BILL,",1763,14,A Collection of Poems on Various Subjects (1792),&indent;A thousand failures daily prove it true;,y,,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 thing she touches turns to gold. Thus, nature's mirror, Avon's druid shone, Educ'd each charm and to advantage dressed; Thus long has Reynolds, art's creative son, Perfection felt, and what he felt expressed; And, though' and age may but one phoenix hope, Thus Garrick shines and his fair pupil Pope." english/sewardan/Z300482291,60141,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET LXXXVIII. THE PROSPECT A FLOODED VALE.,1772,14,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; -- and billowy as they rome, Against the bushes beat! -- A vale no more, A troubled sea, tossed by the furious wind! -- Alas! the wild and angry waves efface Pathway, and hedge, and bank, and style! -- I find But one wide waste of waters! -- In control Thus dire, to tides of misery and disgrace Love opes the floodgates of my struggling soul." english/griffinb/Z200383323,10628,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XLI. [The prison I am in is thy faire face],1632,14,"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 hunger makes me feed on that which pains me. Yet do I love, embrace, and follow fast, That holds, that keeps, that discontents me most: And list not break, unlock, or seek to waste The place, the bolts, the food (though I be lost.) Better in prison ever to remain, Then being out to suffer greater pain." c20-english/fa0201/Z200608708,259570,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Armitage, Simon, 1963-",1963.0,The Ornithologists,1993,14,,Keen spotters but wise about their habits,,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 of money we might have spent is safely tucked away or has been put to better, brighter things. Tits and finches are different, easier; we feed them nuts and break the ice when the birdbath freezes. It's how to live. Minds should be Like houses: clean, open, and in order Like ours is." english/griffinb/Z200383344,198041,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. LXII. [Most true that I must faire Fidessa loue],1632,14,"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 perish in my love. Most true that she contemnes the God of love, Most true that he is snared with her love. Most true that she would have me cease to love, Most true that she her self alone is Love. Most true that though she hated I would love, Most true that dearest life shall end with love." english/huddesfo/Z200401145,595243,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Huddesford, George, 1749-1809",1749.0,SONNET X. TO AN OAK Blown down by the Wind.,1779,14,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 head, Or basely to insult thy blasted pride: -- No -- still 'this thine, though' fallen, imperial Oak! To teach this lesson to the wise and brave, That 'this much better, overthrown and broke In Freedom's cause, to sink into the grave Than, in submission to a tyrant's yoke, Like the vile reed, to bow and be a slave." c20-english/car2902/Z300134377,389041,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Slate (1990),1950,14,,There is no beginning. We saw Lewis,,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 stroke, but raised and shaken, with tens of thousands of rains, blizzards, sea-poundings shouldered off into night and memory. Memory of men! That was to come. Great in their empty hunger these surroundings threw walls to the sky, the sorry glory of a rainbow. Their heels kicked flint, chalk, slate." english/smithcha/Z300488970,47138,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LVII. TO DEPENDENCE.,1779,14,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 lark -- ""the shepherd's clock,"" Lives but to labour -- labouring but to live. More noble than the sycophant, whose art Must heap with tawdry flowers thy hated shrine; I envy not the meed thou canst impart To crown his service -- while, though' Pride combine With Fraud to crush me -- my unfettered heart Still to the Mountain Nymph may offer mine." english/smithcha/Z300488998,680597,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXXV. [Where the wild woods and pathless forests frown],1779,14,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, That loves to wanton in the Night's deep noon, Calls from the mossy roots and fountain edge Fair visionary Nymphs that haunt the shade, Or Naiads rising from the whispering sedge; And, 'mid the beauteous group, his dear loved maid Seems beckoning him with smiles to join the train: Then, starting from his dream, he feels his woes again!" c20-english/ep20119/Z200581483,518507,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Madge, Charles, 1912-",1912.0,Dialectic,1942,14,,The shape of woman veers from age to age.,,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 we call art. Her new incestuous apparition shows How energies revive, even when time Plays out the factory toughness -- to suppose Which done is treason. Never can we climb Past that last manifestation of her will. Far as we go, those stars are round us still." c20-english/car2902/Z300134381,303743,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Ring of Brodgar (1990),1950,14,,‘If those stones could speak—’ Do not wish too loud.,,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 truth, but dustable, with truths to bring into the freer ages, as it did. A thin groan fought the wind that tugged the stones. It filled and auditorium with pain. Long was the sacrifice. Pity ran, hid. Once they herd the splintering of the bones they switched the playback off, in vain, in vain." english/polwhele/Z300463024,117854,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,"SONNET the TWENTIETH. To the AUTHOR, on seeing his Plan for a History of Devonshire, 1790.",1770,14,,&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, And mark each Step, her Smile the promised Meed, Thou wilt not shrink; for Genius early taught To stoop beneath chaste Reason's Sway austere, The undissipated Soul with Learning fraught, Can change their Subject; firmly persevere; And scorning Obstacles a Victory gain Where labouring Dulness still would plod in vain." c20-english/car2902/Z300134382,323441,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Silva Caledonia (1990),1950,14,,"The darkness deepens, and the woods are long.",,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? Where are the eyes that should peer from those dens? Marsh-lights, yes, mushroom-banks, leaf-mould, rank ferns, and up above, a sense of wings, of flight, of clattering, of calls through fog. Yet men, going about invisible concerns, are here, and our immoderate delight waits to see them, and hear them speak, again." english/downmanh/Z300341581,138035,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XV. To Mrs. DOWNMAN.,1770,14,"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 at first inclined) Whatever elevates thy son above Earth's creeping raze, the soul-enchanting fire Of poetry, the unlimited desire Of fame, integrity, and constant love; Whether they mildly beam, or strongly shine, (Taught by thy precepts) all his strains are thine." modern/car2902/Z300134398,958654,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Ticket (1990),1950,14,,‘There are two rivers: how can a drop go,,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-time, able to jam shrieking children under crashed spires. But soon that place began to recompose, the film ran back, the walls stood, the cries died, the demons faded to familiar fires. In New York, Gurdjieff changed his caftan, chosen a grape, sat, smiled. 'They never paid their ride.'" english/hollandh/Z200397963,899046,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Holland, Hugh, d. 1633",1633.0,To My Lord The Prince. Sonet Acrosticke.,1663,14,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 grift Extracted hence) with holy Baize, before (Vnuanquish'd or unhurt by sea or land) Upon thy brow the Wreath of England sit: And I with crowned head, but armed hand, Ride by thy Lordly side, and after it Turn from thy Grandsires loves to sing thy wars, Exchanging Venus Mole for Marses skars." english/edwards2/Z200344688,988536,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXV. The Hermitage at TURRICK to the Root‐House at WREST.,1729,14,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 to defend From Eurus' blasts, and Phœbus sultry flame; High Privilege to you, though dead, accorded, Which every living tree with envy views! We envy not, but prey for your stability; Proud, that ourselves by Graia are regarded, At her command we not the fire refuse, But cheerful blaze and burn with Affability" c20-english/abarnett/Z300683496,846248,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET 1, 399 (445)",1971,14,,Fail.,,,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/Z400341500,272828,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,SONNET III. [When Recollection stirs up in the mind],1770,14,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 quaint, And with a shrewd and well-turned point of wit, Or a laborious studied argument, Think to chase far away the fretful fit: They might as well drink the wide ocean dry, Or rob cold Winter of his snowy beard: Spite of the vain saws of Philosophy, Nature is prevalent, and will be herd." english/griffinb/Z200383327,772505,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XLV. [Mine eye bewrayes the secrets of my hart],1632,14,"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 self for anger quite away, And chooses rather not to be, then be Disloyal, by too-well discharging duty: And being out, joys it no more can see The sugared charms of all deceiving beauty. But (for the other greedily does eye it) I prey you tell me what do I get by it?" c20-english/ep41001/Z300306612,186580,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967",1906.0,Sonnet [Lay the true charge ...],1936,14,,"Lay the true charge, if I come late to bed,",,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 grip with strength till that was dead. And I remember well what overthrew That impulse, and invented a new reign. I know a truth no volumes can explain. Man is transformed, since priceless treasure drew His dreaming will, the products of whose brain Break his intention, and return more true." english/masonwil/Z300426474,430604,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Mason, William, 1725-1797",1725.0,"SONNET IX. TO THE BISHOP OF WORCESTER, SENT TO HIM WITH THE PRECEDING SONNET.",1755,14,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 from pathos or sublime; For Hurd, the critic of my youthful lay, And yet Right Reverend Censor, cries ""Forbear! ""Age should avoid, Like Infancy, to play ""With pointed tools; a Sonnet once a year, ""Or so, my nod permits thee to essay."" Duteous I bow, yet think the doom severe." c20-english/ep30113/Z400605761,436986,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Ezekiel, Nissim, 1924-",1924.0,Sonnet,1954,14,,Things unsubdued subdue the weakened will.,,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 more, the truth is known. The truth is in the face when morning breaks. I love the perfect modulated voice But let it be ambiguous, not assured. Reality is not conccaled by what The words display. In bitter secrecy, A central image grows or shrinks away." english/woodford/Z300542148,756702,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,Sonnet of the same. Ad promotionem in S. S. Ordines.,1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"&indent;That for my Muses Sister, this for me,",y,,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 Slave, over whom I should the Victory gain. Mysterious War! yet since thou dost delight, Great Love, thy Sov'raignty to exercise In such unheard of Contrarieties, Lo! how I suit my entrance to the Fight: The Victor is in Chains led Captive Home, And she in Triumph Rides, who was overcome." english/griffinb/Z200383304,169383,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXII. [It was of loue vngentle gentle boy],1632,14,"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 forsake me, I am less forlorn. Although alone, yet shall I find more ease: Then see thou High thee hence, or I will chase thee: Men highly wronged care not to displease: My fortune hangs on thee, thou dost disgrace me. Yet at thy farewell play a friendly part, To make amends, fly to Fidessa's heart." c20-english/car2902/Z300134396,507778,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,G.M. Hopkins in Glasgow (1990),1950,14,,"Earnestly nervous yet forthright, melted",,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 mid-amen to see their soldier stumble Like a Red. Industry's pauperism singed his creed. He blessed them, frowned, beat on his hands. The load of coalblack darkness clattering on his head half-crushed, half-fed the bluely burning needs that trudged him back along North Woodside Road." english/sewardan/Z300482259,687619,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,"SONNET LVI. TO A TIMID YOUNG LADY, DISTRESSED BY THE ATTENTIONS OF AN AMIABLE AND ACCEPTED LOVER.",1772,14,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 lover's eye, what dread betrays Thy throbbing heart: -- yet why from his soft sighs Fleet'st thou so swift away? -- Like the young hind, That bending stands the fountain's brim beside. When, with a sudden gust, the western wind Rustles among the boughs that shade the tide: See, from the stream, innoxious and benign, Starting she bounds, with terror vain as thine!" c20-english/ep20048/Z300596013,540853,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Conran, Tony. (trans.) / Williams, Waldo, 1904-1971. (orig.)",1904.0,NATIVITY,1934,14,,"To Mary and Joseph, how unfamiliar would be",,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 a field to play in, road to gain. Two people's everything, no more -- unless To sacred care a sure propensity began And they, not imagining the Cross, but blessed By forefeeling the compassions of the Man, Snatched them a respite for pure joy, beyond All the magnificence of fable and sung." english/huddesfo/Z200401149,387988,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Huddesford, George, 1749-1809",1749.0,SONNET XIV. TO AN INFANT.,1779,14,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, unwonted to delight, A transient gleam of gladness cheers my breast: Yet soon again bursts forth unbidden tear, And inly bleeds my heart, while I divine What chilling blasts may nip thy riper year, What blackening storms may cloud thy life's decline; What for myself I feel, for thee I fear: Nay! God forbid my woes should ever be thine!" english/smithcha/Z300488991,980195,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET LXVIII. WRITTEN AT EXMOUTH, MIDSUMMER, 1795.",1779,14,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 deep Soft rosy tints announce another day, The day of Middle Summer! -- Ah! in vain To those who mourn Like me, does radiant June Lead on her fragrant hours; for hopeless pain Darkens with sullen clouds the Sun of Noon, And veiled in shadows Nature's face appears To hearts overwhelmed with grief, to eyes suffused with tears." english/sewardan/Z300482213,821844,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET X. TO HONORA SNEYD.,1772,14,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 averted eyes, Feigning thou seest me not, to sting, and grieve, And sicken my sad heart, I could not bear Such dire eclipse of thy soul-cheering rays; I could not learn my struggling heart to tear From thy loved from, that through' my memory strays; Nor in the pale horizon of despair Endure the wintery and the darkened days." english/hayleywi/Z300389117,199754,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Hayley, William, 1745-1820",1745.0,"SONNET FROM THE LADY LEONORA DE ICIZ, BARONESS OF RAFALES, TO DON ALONZO DE ERCILLA.",1775,14,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 nobler aim. May glory round the world thy merit spread! In Memory's volume may thy praises stand, In characters that time shall never destroy! Thy songs, and thy exploits, without the dread To be surpassed by a superior hand, With equal right their equal fame enjoy!" english/griffinb/Z200383326,486754,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XLIIII. [No choice of change can euer change my minde],1632,14,"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 she not helpful stood. For when my sickness had the upper hand, And death began to show his awful face; She took great pains my pains for to withstand, And eased my heart that was in heavy case. But cruel now she skorneth what it craveth: Unkind in kindness, murdering while she saveth." english/smithcha/Z300488941,917624,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XXVIII. TO FRIENDSHIP.,1779,14,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 fleet away, As fades the rainbow from the northern blast! 'Tis thine, O Nymph! with 'balmy hands to bind' The wounds inflicted in misfortune's storm, And blunt severe affliction's sharpest dart! -- 'Tis thy pure spirit warms my Anna's mind, Beams through' the pensive softness of her from, And holds its altar -- on her spotless heart!" english/cottonch/Z200321662,320261,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,Sonnet. [Why dost thou say thy Heart is gone],1660,14,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 Were plighted in the secret Groves, Our hearts were changed with equal Flame, Say, Chloris, then how can it be? Could'st thou give me, or I give thee? No, no, our selves are still the same." english/downmanh/Z300341596,523180,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XXX. To Mr. S. CODRINGTON.,1770,14,"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 sweetest flattery bring, though undesigned. Yes, Offspring of my Friend! these strains of thine Unforced, and unaffected, strike my heart With truer pleasure, than where dazzling shine More glaring tints, the colourings of art. These notes receive, due to taste pure and free, To the sincere, the virtuous -- due to thee." english/smithcha/Z300488961,677647,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XLVIII. TO MRS. &wblank;,1779,14,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. But if no more the bowers of Fancy bloom, Let one superior scene attract my view, Where Heaven's pure rays the sacred spot illume, Let thy loved hand with palm and amaranth strew The mournful path approaching to the tomb, While Faith's consoling voice endears the friendly gloom." english/downmanh/Z300341580,374167,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,XIV. To Mr. J. CHURCHILL.,1770,14,"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 may it entertain thy mind, to trace Colours more varied, with more truth displayed, Nature, improved by judgment's happier grace, Love, in the vest of purer taste arrayed Nor is the muse of elegy so mean As not to claim a portion of thy time, Nor hath thy friend debased her tender strain." english/sewardan/Z300482303,763341,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET C. WRITTEN DECEMBER 1790.,1772,14,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. -- Death's dark domains Throw mournful shadows over the Æonian climb; For in their silent bourn my filial bans Lie all dissolved; -- and swiftly-wasting pour From my frail glass of life, health's sparkling sands. Sleep then, my Lyre, thy tuneful tasks are over; Sleep! for my heart bereaved, and listless hands, Wake with rapt touch thy glowing strings no more!" english/smithcha/Z300488942,422637,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET XXIX. TO MISS C&wblank; ON BEING DESIRED TO ATTEMPT WRITING A COMEDY.,1779,14,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 led The sportive Subject's of her golden reign! Enough for me, if still, to sooth my days, Her fair and pensive sister condescend, With tearful smile to bless my simple lays; Enough, if her soft notes she sometime lend, To gain for me of feeling hearts the praise, And chiefly thine, my ever partial friend!" english/sewardan/Z300482217,437222,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,SONNET XIV.,1772,14,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 grove Where Murder spilled the lifeblood. -- O! thy dart Kills more than life, -- even all that makes life dear; Till we ""the sensible of pain"" would change For frenzy, that defies the bitter tear; Or wish, in kindred callousness, to range Where moon-eyed Idiocy, with fallen lip, Drags the lose knee, and intermitting step." english/miscell2/Z300438881,826765,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET VII. [C&wblank;e, with whom, my pilot and my guide]",1729,14,,"&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 understood, Or thirst of wealth thee from her banks divide. Reflect how calmly, Like her infant wave, Flows the clear current of a private life; See the wide public stream by tempests tossed, Of every changing wind the sport, or slave, Soil'd with corruption, vexed with party strife, Cover'd with wrecks of peace and honour lost." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683482,157079,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET I, 495 (543)",1971,14,,Reach me.,,,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/Z300134420,940838,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Coin (1990),1950,14,,"We brushed the dirt off, held it to the light.",,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 guessed but never found at the worn edge where once the date had been and where as many fingers had gripped hard as Hope's their silent raze had lost or gained. The marshy scurf crept up to our machine, sucked at our boots. Yet nothing seemed ill-starred. And least of all the realm the coin contained." english/bishopsa/Z300280338,728729,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Bishop, Samuel, 1731-1795",1731.0,"TO MR. WOODWARD. SONNET, IN IMITATION OF MILTON.",1761,14,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 views Her own from; conscious, though' she laugh her fill; Haply so best confronted!) What to Thee, The Public Ear hath owed, unquestioned stands; Whenas thy Powers, aye rising in degree, Rais'd tiptoe Expectation's high demands; And to the Scene gave that abundant glee, Which to applaud long tasked a Nation's hands!" english/grainger/Z300381913,168002,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Grainger, James, 1721?-1766",1721.0,"SONNET, ON LEAVING NEÆRA.",1751,14,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 went, Since last I saw her lovely face in tears, A more severe aspect my fortune wears. His total quiver Love on me has spent, Lessen'd my Hope's, redoubled all my fears; Time, books, friends, Nine, increase my dreariment. You ask from whence this change, I'll tell you whence, Time spares her beauty's, and improves her sense." english/edwards2/Z200344658,333863,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,To the R. H. the &lblank;,1729,14,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 snake; Should deem my just reproof deserving blame. Yet, if fair &lblank; speak in my defence, If &lblank;vouchsafe her sanction to my page, If &lblank; sweetly deign to smile applause; Aided by these and conscious innocence, I'll boldly brave the CRITIC's utmost rage; And glory suffering in so just a cause." english/downmanh/Z300341573,353651,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Downman, Hugh, 1740-1809",1740.0,VII. To the DEAN of EXETER.,1770,14,"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 Greece or ancient Rome reclined Beneath the laurel shade, and tuned their lyre. Simplicity was their's, who ever sings What her heart dictates, with unlabour'd fire, While nature smiling waves her kindred wings. This modern lay thy candid soul shall bear, Well-pleased to trace a faint resemblance here." modern/car2902/Z300134421,324057,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Solway Canal (1990),1950,14,,Slowly through the Cheviot Hills at dawn,,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. Rough waterfalls flashed on that northern island of the Scots as the sun steadily came up and cast read light along the uplands and the waves, and gulls with open beaks tore out our thoughts through the thick glass to where the Eildons massed, or down to the Canal's drowned borderers' graves." english/ayresphi/Z300265583,195908,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. The Rose and Lily.,1668,14,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, And scorned the Scepter at her Feet to lay. To Arms, with Thorns and Prickles, they prepare, And each designs to try it out by War; Till on good Counsel, they in Rule combine: So in your Face, the lovely White and Red, Cynthia, I see, all Quarrels banished, And Rose and Lily do in Empire join." english/sewardan/Z300482290,211544,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Seward, Anna, 1742-1809",1742.0,"SONNET LXXXVII. TO A YOUNG LADY, ADDRESSED BY A GENTLEMAN, CELEBRATED FOR HIS POETICAL TALENTS.",1772,14,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 its leaves to find, Proud Daphne's fate, imprisoned in its rind, And with its umbrage veiled; great PhŒbus' power Scorning, and bent, with feet of wind, to foil His swift pursuit, till on Thessalian shore Shot into boughs, and rooted to the soil. -- Thus warned, fair maid, Apollo's ire to shun, Soon may his spray's and Votary's lot be one." english/edwards2/Z200344675,41840,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XIII.,1729,14,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 confinement, barred from wholesome air And exercise, of medicines the best; Have sunk my spirits, or my soul oppressed: Light are these woes, and easy to be born; If weighed with those, which racked my tortured breast When my found heart from Amoret was torn: So true that word of Solomon I find -- ""No pain so grievous as a wounded mind.""" english/ansteych/Z300263039,135238,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Anstey, Christopher, 1724-1805",1724.0,"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.",1754,14,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 share, Nor graceful wave their mealy locks again! Yet does my soul a secret solace find, (Such solace as the wise and patient know, Who taste the blessings which from evils flow;) That thou to Priapean head consigned Shalt scare voracious crows -- and all un-flour'd Protect the grain thy hungry caul devoured." english/smithcha/Z300489009,94358,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LXXXVI. WRITTEN NEAR A PORT ON A DARK EVENING.,1779,14,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 the hour, and bidding ""Strike the bell,"" All is black shadow, but the lucid line Mark'd by the light surf on the level sand, Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine Like wandering fairy fires, that oft on land Mislead the Pilgrim -- Such the dubious ray That wavering Reason lends, in life's long darkling way." english-ed2/ep2503/Z300638255,941533,,English Poetry,"Godolphin, Sidney, 1610-1643",1610.0,On Ben Jonson.,1640,14,The Poems of Sidney Godolphin: edited by William Dighton with a Preface by John Drinkwater (1931),,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 which most requital made, Tun'd to the highest Key of ancient Rome, Returning all her Music with his own, In whom with Nature, Studie claimed a part, And yet who to himself owed all his Art: Here lies Ben: Iohnson, every Age will look With sorrow here, with wonder on his Book." modern/car2902/Z300134416,911003,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Age of Heracleum (1990),1950,14,,The jungle of Gleneagles was a long,,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 and flower-heads, dead fish, dark slicks. We stood in what had once been Princes Street. Hogweed roots thrust, throbbed underneath for miles. The rubble of the shops became the food of new cracks running mazes round our feet, and west winds blue, passed shattered bricks and tiles, millions of seeds through ruined Holyrood." english/smithcha/Z300488985,812872,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,"SONNET LXII. WRITTEN ON PASSING BY MOON‐LIGHT THROUGH A VILLAGE, WHILE THE GROUND WAS COVERED WITH SNOW.",1779,14,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 beam Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow. O'er the cold waste, amid the freezing night, Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray; For me, pale Eye of Evening, thy soft light Leads to no happy home; my weary way Ends but in sad vicissitudes of care: I only fly from doubt -- to meet despair!" english/ayresphi/Z300265607,567692,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. On the Death of Sylvia.,1668,14,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 to Earth's returned, Deaf to my Passion, and my grievous Cryes. Sylvia, the Tears which on thy Sepulchre, Hereafter shall be shed, or those now are, Thô fruitless, yet I offer them to thee, Until the coming of that' Eternal Night Shall close these Eyes, once happy with thy Sight, And give me Eyes with which I thee may see." c20-american/am20078/Z300215153,300000,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Slater, Eleanor, 1903-",1903.0,BEFORE.,1933,14,,A tulip burst before the frost was gone.,,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 had vanished from the cup. What matters that I came before the morn? What matters if I go before the spring? I had a perfect flight, where stars are born, Across the void from sleep to wakening. The tulip and the bird, the star and I Have had our perfect taste of sun and sky." english/edwards2/Z200344674,265682,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XII.,1729,14,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 plan; No useless friend to Senators and Peers: Me moderate talents and a small estate Fit for retirement's unambitious shade, Nor envy I who near approach the throne; But joyful see thee mingle with the Great, See thy deserts with due distinction paid, And praise thy lot, contented with my own." english/smithcha/Z300488967,380458,1750-1799 Later Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806",1749.0,SONNET LIV. THE SLEEPING WOODMAN. WRITTEN IN APRIL 1790.,1779,14,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 murmuring wind, Has sunk to calm though' momentary rest. Ah! would 'it mine in Spring's green lap to find Such transient respite from the ills I bear! Would I could taste, Like this unthinking hind, A sweet forgetfulness of human care, Till the last sleep these weary eyes shall close, And Death receive me to his long repose." english/edwards2/Z200344668,396097,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET VI.,1729,14,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 with pay, Specious, yet ill to liberty preferred. Bounding thy wishes by the golden mean, Nor weakly bartering happiness for show; Wisely thou'st left the busy bustling scene, Where merit seldom has successful been; In Checquer's shades to taste the joys, that flow From calm retirement, and a mind serene." english/miscell2/Z300438885,936414,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET XI. [Young, fair, and good! ah why should young and fair]",1729,14,,&indent;And good be huddled in untimely grave?,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Young, fair, and good! ah why should young and fair And good be huddled in untimely grave? Must so sweet flower so brief a perjod have, Just bloom and charm, then fade and disappear? Yet our's the loss, who ill alas can spare The bright example, which thy virtues gave; The guerdon thine, whom gracious heaven did save From longer trial in this vale of care. Rest then, sweet saint, in peace and honour rest, While our true tears bedew thy maiden hearse, Light lie the earth upon thy lovely breast; And let a grateful heart with grief oppressed To thy dear memory consecrate this verse, Though all too mean for who deserves the best." c20-english/car2902/Z300134417,395220,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Computer Error: Neutron Strike (1990),1950,14,,No one was left to hear the long All Clear.,,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 to feed on horrors we were slow to understand but did. Boiling fish-floating seas slopped round the unmanned rigs that flared into the night; the videos ran on, sham death, sham love; the air-conditioners kept steady found. An automatic foghorn, and its light, warned out to none below, and none above." c20-american/am20078/Z300215154,587564,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Slater, Eleanor, 1903-",1903.0,DISILLUSIONMENT.,1933,14,,"Without the pages cut, with words unlearned",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Your mind was Like a primer newly bought, Without the pages cut, with words unlearned And lessons all untried. Now it has turned Familiar as myself. What I had thought Was much too deep to master, has been taught To me each day in little ways concerned With common things, until there has been burned Deep in my heart the insight that I sought. Now it is done. I find my work grown play. I turn the pages one by one and find Only the common words of every day. -- But I had best been ignorant and blind -- For I have found it now, in dull dismay, An honest book, but one to leave behind." c20-english/car2902/Z300134623,187857,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Sonnet,1950,14,,Salutations in harmonious solidarity!,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Salutations in harmonious solidarity! With word-hoards brimming, the far-flung sodality Of your wellwishers indent for you a totality Of good and hale, not forgetting hilarity. May orchids and simples grace your florality With quincunxes of blushing clarity, While zigzag wings bring pied fritillarity Into the purples of reality. May the long sung tooth in the dale of carnality Sharpen your sagacity without disparity. May you press the button of prestidigitality, Pot the blague of paronomasiality, Number the bear-droppings of particularity, And take much joy in your sexagesimality!" english/edwards2/Z200344677,570679,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XV.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;With modest pride th' awakening summons meet,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Charles, whom thy Country's voice applauding calls To Philip's honorably vacant seat; With modest pride that' awakening summons meet, And rise to glory in St. Stephen's walls; Nor mean the honour, which thy Youth befalls, Thus early claimed from thy loved learned retreat, To guard those sacred Rights, which elevate Britain's free sons above their neighbour thralls: Let Britain, let admiring Europe see In those bright Parts, which yet too close confined Shine in the circle of thy friends alone, How sharp the spur of worthy Ancestry, When kindred Virtues fire the generous mind Of Somers' Nephew, and of Hardwicke's Son." english/griffinb/Z200383311,175836,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXIX. [Earth, take this earth wherin my spirits l&abar;guish]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;Spirits, leaue this earth that doth in griefs retaine you:",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Earth, take this earth wherein my spirits l&abar;guish, Spirits, leave this earth that does in griefs retain you: Griefs, chase this earth, that it may fade with anguish, Spirits, avoid these furies which do pain you; Oh leave your loathsome prison, freedom gain you, Your essence is divine, great is your power: And yet you moan your wrongs & soar c&obar;plaine you, Hoping for joy which fades every hour. Oh Spirits your prison loath, & freedom gain you! The destinies in deep laments have shut you Of mortal hate, because they do disdain you, And yet of joy that they in prison put you. Earth, take this earth with thee to be enclosed: Life is to me, and I to it opposed." english/edwards2/Z200344697,339567,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXIV.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;To fix the basis of a useful trade;,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Nephew, who soon designest to pass the Sea, To fix the basis of a useful trade; With prosperous fortune be thy voyage made, And safe return to home -- if not to me; Let these few precepts thy instructers be, In distant climes thy friendless youth to aid; Though interest, fashion, secrecy persuade, Yet keep thy morals pure, and conscience free: In change of Countries God's all-seeing eye Is every where the same, Virtue and Vice Change not their nature; therefore be thou beware, Shun follies haunts, and vicious company, Least from true goodness they thy steps entice, And Pleasure coil thee in her dangerous snare." english/griffinb/Z200383303,104710,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXI. [He that will Cæsar be, or els not be]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",Must be of high resolue: but what is he,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"He that will Caesar be, or else not be, (Who can aspire to Cæsars bleeding fame?) Must be of high resolve: but what is he That thinks to gain a second Cæsars name. Who ere he be that climes above his strength, And climeth high, the greater is his fall: For though he sit a while, we see at length His slippery place no firmness hath at all. Great is his bruise that falls from on high, This warneth me that I should not aspire: Examples should prevail: I care not I, I perish must, or have what I desire. This humour does with mine full well agree, I must Fidessa's be, or else not be." c20-american/am22114/Z300242185,879751,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Carruth, Hayden, 1921-",1921.0,Sonnet,1951,14,,"“Whut do you spose thet thing is,” Oi said. “Whut?”",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"""Whut do you spose thet thing is,"" Oi said. ""Whut?"" she said. ""Whoi, thet there annymule on thet yaller diamon-shape soign back there set boi the soid of the rouad,"" Oi said. ""Whoi, Oi thut it were a horse,"" she says. ""Thet?"" Oi says. ""But no horse look laik thet."" ""No. But don't you bet on it. A horse look laik thet iffn you let them daowncountry folk draw it,"" she says. ""Cut it aout,"" Oi says, ""you doan meen it."" ""Whoi, yass,"" she says. ""Waul, haow can ennybuddy tell?"" Oi says. ""They tooken a sir-vay,"" she says. ""A horse is part Belgian, part ox, and it's God a moose's ass with a mite of grizzly thrun in."" ""You doan say,"" Oi says. Thin Oi shut up the rest of the way." modern/ent1501/Z400575275,698130,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Gascoyne, David, 1916-",1916.0,SONNET: THE UNCERTAIN BATTLE,1946,14,,"Away the horde rode, in a storm of hail",,,1900-1950,"Away the horde road, in a storm of hail And steel-blue lightning. Hurtled by the wind Into their eardrums from beind the hill Came in increasing bursts the startled found Of trumpets in the unseen hostile camp. -- Down through a raw black hold in heaven stared The horror-blanched moon's eye. Across the swamp Five ravens flapped; and the storm disappeared Soon afterwards, Like them, into that pit Of Silence which lies waiting to consume Even the braggart World itself at last ... The candle in the hermit's cave burned out At dawn, as usual. -- No one ever came Back down the hill, to say which side had lost." english/griffinb/Z200383298,818141,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XVI. [For I haue loued long, I craue rewarde]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;Rewarde me not vnkindlie: thinke on kindnes,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"For I have loved long, I crave reward, Rewarde me not unkindly: think on kindness, Kindnes becomes those of high regard: Regard with clemency a poor men blindness, Blindnes provokes to pity when it cries, It cries (give) deer Lady show some pity; Pity, or let him die that daily dieth: Dieth he not oft, who often sings this ditty? This ditty pleases me although it choke me, Me thinks dame Echo weeps at my moaning, Moning the woes, that to complain provoke me. Prouoke me now no more, but hear my groaning; Groaning both night and day does tear my heart, My heart does know the cause, & triumphs in his smart." modern/car2902/Z300134391,721687,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Lady Grange on St Kilda (1990),1950,14,,"‘They say I'm mad, but who would not be mad",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"'They say I'm mad, but who would not be mad on Hirta, when the winter raves along the bay and howls through my stone hut, so strong they thought I was and so I am, so bade they thought I was and beat me black and blue and banished me, my mouth of bloody teeth and banished me to live and cry beneath the shriek of sea-birds, and eight children too we had, my lord, though I know what you are, sleekit Jacobite, showed you up, you bitch, and screamed outside your close at Niddry's Wynd, until you set your men on me, and far I went from every friend and solace, which was cruel, out of mind, out of my mind.'" english/edwards2/Z200344685,251364,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXIII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;With ceaseless diligence to guide the mind,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Sweet Moralist, whose generous labors tend With ceaseless diligence to guide the mind, In the wild maze of error wandering blind, To Virtue Truth and Honour, glorious end Of glorious toils! vainly would I commend, In numbers worthy of your sense refined, This last great work, which leaves all praise behind, And justly styles You Of Mankind the Friend: Pleasure with profit artful while you blend, And now the fancy, now the judgement feed With grateful change, which every passion sways; Numbers, who never to graver lore attend, Caught by the charm, grow virtuous as they read, And lives reformed shall give you genuine praise." modern/car2902/Z300134408,633708,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Not the Burrell Collection (1990),1950,14,,"The Buenos Aires Vase, one mile across,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The Buenos Aires Vase, one mile across, flickering with unsleeping silent flames, its marble carved in vine-leaves mixed with names, shirtless ones and desaparecidos; a collier's iron collar, riveted, stamped by his Burntisland owner; a spade from Babiy Yar; a blood-crust from the blade that jumped the corpse of Wallace for his head; the stout rack soaked in Machiavelli's sweat; a fire-circled scorpion; a blown frog; the siege of Beirut in stained glass; a sift of Auschwitz ash; and old tapestry-set unfinished, with a crowd, a witch, a log; a lachrymatory no man can lift." c20-english/car2902/Z300134411,257227,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Poet in the City (1990),1950,14,,"Rain stockaded Glasgow; we paused, changed gears,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Rain stockade Glasgow; we paused, changed gears, found him solitary but cheerful in Anniesland, with the cheerfulness you'd win, we imagined, through schiltrons of banked fears. The spears had a most somber glint, as if the forced ranks had reclosed, but there he wrote steadily, with a peg for the wet coat he'd dry and put on soon. Gulls cut the cliff of those houses, we watched him follow them intently, see them beat and hear them scream about the invisible sea they smelled and fish-white boats they raked from stern to stem although their freedom was in fact his dream of freedom with all guilts all fears unfelt." english/woodford/Z300542177,75401,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,"SONNET. On the Picture of our LORD, represented on the Cross as Dead.",1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"&indent;That Thou the Pencils Wonders to express,",y,,1600-1650,"Something there was, Great Master, more than chance That Thou the Pencils Wonders to express, And therein Thy more wondrous Hands address, Tookst my Dead Lord, the Colours to advance. Pity directed Thee that Choice to make, And (having in Thy Pious Brest designed, To show how rude the Jews, Thy Self how kind) His Pale and Lifeless Form resolve to take, 'Twas nobly done; for hadst Thou made him breathe, Ever in Torment he had seemed to live, And from Thy Hands a greater Wound receive. Than all their Cruelty contrived in his Death, For such Thy Picture is, now he inclines his Head, That he would Groan, and Speak, but that he's Dead." english/hannaypa/Z300385820,197001,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet VI. Alluding to Hope.,1659,14,The Nightingale [etc.] (1622),That in the end sweet gaine may thence arise;,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Hope makes the Sea be plowed in furrows white, That in the end sweet gain may thence arise; Hope makes the toiling Trades-man take delight To labour ear' and late with watchful eyes. Hope makes the Shepherd in the Winter care To tend his flock, and lodge them from the cold. Hope makes the Soldier fight, senseless of Fear 'Mongst hight alarms; both watch and ward to hold. The Sea-man's hope rich merchandise repaies: The Trades-man's hope is answered with his hire, Young Lambs and Wooll, the Shepherds charge defrays, The Soldiers wage is that he does require. I do for Hope more then all these sustain, Yet Hope with no reward repaies by pain." english/hannaypa/Z300385823,16337,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet VIII.,1659,14,The Nightingale [etc.] (1622),Our soules did surfet on the sweets of loue;,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"I loved, was loved, and joyed in content, Our souls did surfeit on the sweets of love; While equal heat our hearts affections lent, Th' one that' other to content did prove. Thus 'above the pitch of other hapless wights, Whose sweets are sunk still in a sea of sours, Our hearts swam in the depth of deer delights, Pleasures seem pains, not equalizing ours. But love's not love, wherein are no disasters, Time tried my trust was by my love betrayed, And she (for state) had God for me some tasters, Which lovers Like not, so our love decayed. Though she loved others; hereof I may boast, I loved, was loved chastely first and most." english/sbtomkin/Z300493093,983167,,English Poetry,"Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623",1623.0,SECOND SONNET Ex Psal. 32.,1653,14,,"&indent;Haue free forgiuenes, and a full remission:",y,,1600-1650,"Blessed are they, whose faults (so oft forbidden) Have free forgiveness, and a full remission: And they whose Sinns (of Act and of Omission) Are not Imputed, but in mercy hidden. Therefore my Crime I have confessed before thee; Which graciously (my God) thou hast forgiven: The more therefore I Laude thee (King of Heaven) And all thy Saints shall in due time adore thee. O thou my Refuge, and my Consolation, Deliuer me my God which art Almighty: From Enemies that envy my Saluation. A many Rods pursue the Sinner (rightly) But those that place in thee their expectation, Grace shall embrace. Joy ye that walk uprightly." english/hannaypa/Z300385839,742288,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet XVIII.,1659,14,The Nightingale [etc.] (1622),"(Which beautie bred, and vertue stil doth nourish)",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Why dost thou doubt (deer Caelia) that my love, (Which beauty bred, and virtue still does nourish) That any other object can remove? Or faint with time? but still more freshly flourish: No, know thy Beauty is of such a force, The Fancie cannot flit that's with it taken: Thy virtue's such my heart does hate divorce From thy sweet love, which never shall be forsaken. So settled is my soul in this resolve, That first the stars from crystal sky shall fall: The heavens shall loose their influence, dissolve, To the old Chaos shall be turned this all, Ere I from thee deer Caelia remove, My true, my constant, and my sincere love." c20-english/car2902/Z300134384,591903,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Mirror (1990),1950,14,,There is a mirror only we can see.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"There is a mirror only we can see. It hangs in time and not in space. The day goes down in it without ember or ray and the newborn climb through it to be free. The multitudes of the world cannot know they are reflected there; Like glass they lie in glass, shadows in shade, they could not cry in airless wastes but that is where they go. We cloud it, but it pulses Like a gem, it must have caught a range of energies from the dead. We breathe again; nothing shows. Back in space, ubi solitudinem fanciunt pacem appellant. Ages drum-tap the flattened homes and slaughtered rows." english/ayresphi/Z300265586,253408,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. On Signor Pietro Reggio his setting to Music several of Mr. Cowley's Poems.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Whilst its great Deeds he does in Odes rehearse,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"If Theban Pindar raised his Country's Fame, Whilst its great Deeds he does in Odes rehearse, And they made greater by his Noble Verse, In Gratitude are Trophies to his Name: Then English Pindar shall for ever live, Since his Divine, and Lofty Poetry, Secur'd, Great Reggio, by thy Harmony, Shall to it self Immortal Glory give. The World's amazed to hear the sweet Consent, Betwixt thy charming Voice and Instrument, They'd stop the Bays which from Apollo fled; Thy skilful Notes would make in full Carreer Phœbus the God of Music stay to hear, And with his Daphne crown thy Rival Head." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683489,110933,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET II, 237 (259)",1971,14,,Of human hypocrisy,,,1900-1950,"Of human hypocrisy there is no second giving. We bless the man. We drink and return. We rose to depart. He gently delayed us. The second springtime flowed and I saw this new sweet memorial. Gentle entertainment full of fear." modern/car2902/Z300134380,461046,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,In Argyll (1990),1950,14,,We found the poet's skull on the machair.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"We found the poet's skull on the machair. It must have bobbed ashore from that shipwreck where the winged men went down in rolling dreck of icebound webs, oars, oaths, armour, blind air. It watches westward still; dry, white as chalk, perfect at last, in silence and at rest. Far off, he sang of Nineveh the blessed, incised his tablets, stalked the dhow-bright dock. Now he needs neither claws nor tongue to tell of things undying. Hebridean light fills the translucent bone-domes. Nothing brings the savage brain back to its empty shell, distracted by the shouts, the reefs, the night, fighting sleet to fix the tilt of its wings." english/edwards2/Z200344666,509028,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET IV.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Of my short day, which flits away so fast,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Crusius, I hoped the little Heaven shall spare Of my short day, which flits away so fast, And sickness threats with clouds to overcast, In social converse oft with thee to share; Ill luck for me, that wayward fate should tear Thee from the haven, thou hadst gained at last, Again to try the toils and dangers passed, In foreign climates, and and hostile air; Yet duteous to thy Country's call attend, Which clames her portion of thy useful years; And back with speed thy course to Britain bend: If, ever again we meet, perchance should end My darkening Eve, Thou'lt pay some friendly tears, Grateful to him, who lived and died thy friend." english/edwards2/Z200344690,695192,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXVII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Who saw'st my rising, seest my setting sun,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Friend of my Youth, Companion of my Age, Who sawest my rising, seest my setting sun, And knowest how fast the trembling minutes run; Which led me to this life's extremest stage, Great is the power of Med'cine to assuage Those pains, which Nature gives us not to shun, And much divine Philosophy has done, To teach us decently to bear their rage; But there's a Balm, which Art nor Nature knows, A Topic, by Philosophy never taught, Which sheaths that' acutest pains, and bids us smile At Age, at Sickness, and all earthly woes; A Conscience free from ill; a mind well fraught With Faith in Him, who will reward our toil." english/hannaypa/Z300385836,426195,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet XVI.,1659,14,The Nightingale [etc.] (1622),And that she knowes not how to giue her gifts;,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"They Fortune much do wrong that call her blind; And that she knows not how to give her gifts; That she's unconstant, wavering as the wind, Which in a minute many corners shifts. That she delights in nought but turning states, The misers raising; mighty ones o'rethrowing, She loves not long, and long she never hates, At random (as it lights) her gifts bestowing. If she were blind, some gift I might have God By chance: if loving chance I had rise higher, If long to love or hate inclining not I once had found her friend; but I will free her. She sees, can give, is constant, long can hate, Too well I know't, she still hath crossed my state." english/cottonch/Z200321783,878206,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,"SONNET. [Chloris, whil'st thou and I were free]",1660,14,Poems on Several Occasions (1689),"Wedded to nought but Liberty,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Chloris, whilst 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 so improvidently free, To give away our Liberties; And now in fruitless Sorrow pine, At what we are, what might have been, Had thou, or I, or both been wise." english/edwards2/Z200344691,685173,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXVIII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),&indent;And great example join thy breast to warm,y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Good Son of the best Father, whose wise lore And great example join thy breast to warm With generous emulation to perform That arduous task, which He has set before, Mine own George Onslow, oft reflect that more From thee the world expects, than from the swarm Of gay, mistutored youths, who never the charm Of Virtue hear, nor wait at Wisdom's door: View then the pattern with a steadfast eye, By thy great Ancestors from Sire to Son With a religious care transmitted down; Firm to the cause of Truth and Liberty, In their fair steps the raze of Glory run, Equal their worth, and equal their renown." c20-english/car2902/Z300134418,361472,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Inward Bound (1990),1950,14,,"Flapping, fluttering, like imploding porridge",,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 Glamis, but down it went. Boots, blouses, hats, hands above heads, Like feet-first diverse all those inhabitants pressed in to meet badgers and stalactites, and to built in reverse tenements deepest for late arrivers, and domes to swim in, not to echo feet or glow down, dim, on the draped, chanted hearse." c20-english/car2902/Z300134422,173648,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Scottish Japanese Print (1990),1950,14,,"Lighter and lighter, not eternity,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Lighter and lighter, not eternity, only a morning breaking on dark fields. The sleepers might almost throw back those shields, jump to stations as if golden pity could probe the grave, the beauty was so great in that silent slowly brightening place. No, it is the living who wait for grace, the hare, the fox, the farmer at the gate. And Glasgow's windows took the strong spring sun in the corner of a water-meadow, its towers shadowed by a pigeon's flight. Not daisy-high, children began to run Like tumbling jewels, as in old Yeddo, and with round eyes unwound their wild read kite." english/griffinb/Z200383290,731338,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. VIII. [Griefe vrging guest, great cause haue I to plaine me]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Yet hope perswading hope expecteth grace:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Grief urging guest, great cause have I to plain me, Yet hope persuading hope expecteth grace: And says none but my self shall ever pain me, But grief my Hope's exceeds in this case. For still my fortune evermore does cross me, By worse events than ever I expected, And here and there ten thousand ways does toss me With sad remembrance of my time neglected: These breeds such thoughts as set my heart on fire, And Like fell hounds pursue me to the death, Traitors unto their Sovereign Lord and Sire, Unkind exacters of their father's breath, Whom in their rage they shall no sooner kill, Then they themselves themselves unjustly spill." english/griffinb/Z200383335,868232,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. LIII. [I was a king of sweet content at least],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;But now from out my kingdome banished:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"I was a king of sweet content at least, But now from out my kingdom banished: I was chief guest at fair Dame pleasures feast, But now I am for want of succour famished. I was a Saint and heaven was my rest, But now cast down into the lowest hell: Vile caitiffs may not live amongst the blessed, Nor blessed men amongst cursed caitiffs dwell. Thus am I made and exile of a king, Thus choice of meats to want of food is changed: Thus heavens lose does hellish torments bring: Selfe crosses make me from my self estranged. Yet am I still the same: but made another, Then not the same: alas I am no other." c20-american/am22090/Z300236046,448976,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Wright, Charles, 1935-",1935.0,BLACK SONNET,1965,14,,0.  Psittacosis,,,1900-1950,"0.  Psittacosis 1.  Cuckoopint 2.  Reliquary 3.  Pyxidium 4.  Entelechy 5.  Wyvern 6.  White bryony 7.  Zymotic 8.  Contrapposto 9.  Typolysis 10.  Syzygy 11.  Anti-matter 12.  X 13.  Carthago delenda est" english/griffinb/Z200383288,331792,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. VI. [Vnhappie sentence, worst of worst of paines]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;To lie in darksome silence out of ken:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Unhappy sentence, worst of worst of pains, To lie in darksome silence out of ken: Banished from all that bliss the world contains, And thrust from out the companies of men. Unhappy sentence, worse then worst of death's, Never to see Fidessa's lovely face: Oh better were I lose ten thousand breathes, Then ever live in such unseen disgrace. Unhappy sentence, worse then pains of hell, To live in self-tormenting griefs alone: Having my heart my prison and my cell, And there consumed, without relief to moan. If that the sentence so unhappy be, Then what am I that gave the same to me?" english/woodford/Z300542176,512205,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,SONNET. To the Reverend Mr. J. G.,1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"&indent;What I have been the twenty Years that last,",y,,1600-1650,"To God, it is, my Friend, and you I owe, What I have been the twenty Years that last, In various Changes over my Head have passed, And forty more, if Heav'n shall on me throw; How good so ever I by that time may grow, (For Great I wish not, and who makes less haste?) To your account shall be at that' Audit placed, Who Virtues Path by few trod, made me know, And timely did my wandering Youth reclaim, By Grave Advice, though not so reckoned then, (The more my Folly) how ever it has been since; But when the Spirit Divine to blow begins, What Boys we scorned, we follow close grown Men, And the kind Warner have in greatest Fame." english/edwards2/Z200344669,202925,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET VII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"Blest in a Wife, whose beauty, though so rare,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"O York, whom Virtue makes the worthy heir Of Hardwicke's titles, and of Kent's estate; Blessed in a Wife, whose beauty, though so rare, Is the lest Grace of all that round her wait; While other Youths, sprung from the Good and Great; In devious paths of pleasure seek their bane, Reckless of wisdom's lore, of birth or state, Meanly debauched, or insolently vain; Through Virtue's sacred gate, to Honor's fane You and your fair Associate ceaseless climb, With glorious emulation; sure to gain A meed, shall last beyond the reign of Time: From your example long may Britain see, Degenerate Britain, what the Great should be!" english/jonsonbe/Z200405958,447853,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Holland, Hugh, d. 1633",1633.0,"To His worthy friend, Ben. Ionson. Vpon his Sejanus.",1663,14,,"&indent;For, where he could not with ambition's wings,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"In that, this Book does deign Sejanus name, Him unto more, than Cæsars love, it brings: For, where he could not with ambition's wings, One quill does heave him to the height of Fame. Yee great-ones though (whose ends may be the same) Know, that, how ever we do flatter Kings, Their favours (Like themselves) are fading things, With no less envy had, than lost with shame. Nor make your selves less honest than you are, To make our Author wiser than he is: Ne of such crimes accuse him, which I dare By all his Muses swear, be none of his. The men are not, some faults may be these times: He acts those men, and they did act these crimes." english/ayresphi/Z300265601,440944,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"A Sonnet, of Petrarc, On the Death of Laura.",1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;On yon' high Hill, and thence survey the Plain,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"I fill with Sighs the Air when ever I stand, On yond' high Hill, and thence survey the Plain, Where Laura, she who could my Heart command, Did in her Earthly Paradise remain. For now she's dead, and left me here alone, Griev'd for her loss, that I could gladly die; Drowning my Eyes in making of my Moan, My Tears have left no space about me dry. There is no Stone upon that craggy Hill, Nor these sweet Fields, and Herb or Plant do bring Nor Flower 'amongst all that do the Valleys fill, Nor any drop of Water from the Spring; Nor Beasts so wild, that in the Woods do dwell, But of my Grief for Laura's Death can tell." c20-english/ep20140/Z300584548,132774,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Nicholson, Norman, 1914-",1914.0,Sonnet for Good Friday,1944,14,,"The time's a tree to hang from as I die,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The time's a tree to hang from as I die, While steel thorns spike my wrists into the wood, And from my running wounds the anemone Drips on the passive soil in scabs of blood. There were not lacking those to thrust out tongue, Nor those to squabble for my scanty gear, Nor those to wish me strength to suffer long And break my bones when I could bear no more. Malevolence of man's secreted sins Is nothing to the agony of sap That rises to redemption in my veins And gimlets all my flesh with buds of hope. Death is less terrible than third-day birth, When blood shall blossom on the holy earth." c20-english/ep41001/Z300306556,456347,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967",1906.0,Sonnet [The prose purveyors...],1936,14,,"The prose purveyors of doubt, the dismantlers of",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The prose purveyors of doubt, the dismantlers of Ecstacy, who traffic without a God In broken metre, would have their Pegasus shod With discord, not strict numbers. At love they scoff, And then, in the revolution of anti-love, Unsheathe chaos, the death of the perjod, While a new Sibyl, shrieking above her tripod, Proclaims transformation, treachery, trough. Yet even the disenchanted, disordered, fret For lost order. Breakers recall rhyme, Anchors weighed, and divine proportions set. As hawk hovers, as compass needle in time Flies unswerving, steadied, where the stars climb, Fixed laws hallow what none can forget." english/hannaypa/Z300385818,235592,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet IIII.,1659,14,The Nightingale [etc.] (1622),"And did with scarlet streames East‐heau'n adorne,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Once early as the ruddy bashful Morn Did leave Dan Phœbus purple streaming bed, And did with scarlet streams East-heau'n adorn, I to my fairest Cœlia's chamber sped: She Goddesse-like stood combing of her hair, Which Like a sable veil did cloth her round, Her Iuorie comb was white, her hand more fair: She straight and tall, her tresses trailed to ground; Amazed I stood, thinking my deer had been Turn'd Goddess, every sense to sighed was gone, With bashful blush my bliss fled I once seen, Left me transformed (as it were) in stone. Yet did I wish so ever to-have remained, Had she but stayed, and I my sighed retained." english/ayresphi/Z300265571,594652,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,On the Death of Cynthia's Horse. A Sonnet.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Thy back with pride has born, thou happy Horse,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Whate're the World could boast of fair or good, Thy back with pride has born, thou happy Horse, By which thou'rt fallen in middle of thy course, Too feeble to sustain so great a Load. Oh happy Fall! Oh dying full of Bliss! Whilst she that guided Love did guide thy Head, Big with this thought, thou willingly art dead, Scorning another burden after this. A Heaven of Beauty overpressed thy Back, This might have made Alcides shoulders crack, And Atlas truckled under such a weight: Heav'n thee amongst its Horses longed to see, As here the World was late in love with thee, When carrying her who to the Sun gave light." english/ayresphi/Z300265567,994784,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,The COMPLAINT. A Sonnet.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Rivers and Seas, instead of moderate showres:",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Now angry Juno sends from Heaven in spite Rivers and Seas, instead of moderate showers: Horror invests the World, and the bright Hours Of Delos God, are changed to dismal Night. So crowds of anxious Thoughts on every side, Invade my Soul, and through my restless Eyes, I shed such streams of Tears, my Heart even tries Death's pangs, while I by force in Life abide. But the brisk Gales, which rising by and by, Where Sol at night in Thetis Lapp shall lie, Will make Heaven clear, and drive away the Rain. Ah Cynthia! That the blasts of Sighs I vent, Could ease my Breast of cloudy Discontent, Which still with fresh Assaults renews my Pain." modern/car2902/Z300134384,491231,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Mirror (1990),1950,14,,There is a mirror only we can see.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"There is a mirror only we can see. It hangs in time and not in space. The day goes down in it without ember or ray and the newborn climb through it to be free. The multitudes of the world cannot know they are reflected there; Like glass they lie in glass, shadows in shade, they could not cry in airless wastes but that is where they go. We cloud it, but it pulses Like a gem, it must have caught a range of energies from the dead. We breathe again; nothing shows. Back in space, ubi solitudinem fanciunt pacem appellant. Ages drum-tap the flattened homes and slaughtered rows." english/griffinb/Z200383318,480200,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXXVI. [Oh let my heart, my bodie and my tongue]",1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Bleed forth the liuely streames of faith vnfained:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Oh let my heart, my body and my tongue, Bleed forth the lively streams of faith unfeigned: Worship my saint the Gods and Saints among, Praise and extol her fair that me hath pained. Oh let the smoke of my suppressed desire Rak'd up in ashes of my burning breast, Break out at length, and to the clouds aspire, Vrging the heavens t'affoord me rest. But let my body naturally descend Into the bowels of our common mother, And to the very Centre let it weened: When it no lower can, her griefs to smother. And yet when I so low do buried lie, Then shall my love ascend unto the sky." english/griffinb/Z200383307,418353,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXV. [Compare me to Pygmalion with his image sotted],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;For (as was he) euen so am I deceiued:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Compare me to Pygmalion with his image sotted, For (as was he) even so am I deceived: The shadow only is to me allotted, The substance hath of substance me bereaved. Then poor and helpless must I wander still, In deep laments to pass succeeding days: Weltring in woes that poor and mighty kill, Oh who is mighty that so soon decays! The dread almighty hath appointed so, The final perjod of all worldly things: That as in time they come, so must they go, (Death common is to beggars and to kings) But whither do I run beside my text? I run to death, for death must be the next." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683498,103566,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET II, 236 (258)",1971,14,,We lay down.,,,1900-1950,"We lay down. An hour or two later this generous steaming mutton heaped upon it. A little milk spilled out of countenance. May the Lord give thee life. But first they have kept back nothing. He holds his hand still, rises and puts the hungry out of countenance. Their fingers are expert in all their deeds." modern/car2902/Z300134423,480604,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Outward Bound (1990),1950,14,,—That was the time Scotland began to move.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"-- That was the time Scotland began to move. -- Scotland move? No, it is impossible! -- It became and island, and was able to float in the Atlantic lake and prove crannogs no fable. Like a sea-washed log it loved to tempt earnest geographers, duck down and dub them drunk hydrographers, shake itself dry, no longer log but dog. -- Was it powered? On stilts? -- Amazing grace was found in granite, it moved on pure found. Greenland twisted round to hear it, Key West whistled, waved, Lanzarote's ashy face cracked open with laughter. There was no ground of being, only being, sweetest and best." c20-english/car2902/Z300134397,823857,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,1893 (1990),1950,14,,A Slav philosopher in Stronachlachar:,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"A Slav philosopher in Stronachlachar: Vladimir Solovyov looked down the loch. The sun was shimmering on birk and sauch. 'This beats the fishy vennels of St Machar,' he said, and added, 'Inversnaid tomorrow!' A boatman rowing to him from infinity turned out to be a boatwoman. 'Divinity!' he cried, 'shake back your hair, and shake back sorrow!' The boat was grounded, she walked passed him singing. To her, he was a man of forty, reading. Within him the words mounted: 'Sing for me, dancing Like Wisdom before the Lord, bringing your mazy unknown waters with you, seeding the Northern Lights and churning up the sea!'" c20-english/car2902/Z300134385,263955,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Picts (1990),1950,14,,"Names as from outer space, names without roots:",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Names as from outer space, names without roots: Bes, son of Nanammovvezz; Bliesblituth that wild buffoon throned in and oaken booth; wary Edarnon; brilliant Usconbuts; Canutulachama who read the stars. Where their fame flashed from, went to, is unknown. The terror of their warriors is known, naked, tattooed on every part (the hairs of the groin are shaved on greatest fighters, the fine bone needle dipped in dark-blue woad rings the flesh with tender quick assurance: he is diuperr cartait, rich pin; writers Like us regain mere pain on that blue road, they think honour comes with the endurance)." english/griffinb/Z200383339,105919,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. LVII. [Three play‐fellowes (such three were neuer seene],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","Met altogether on a pleasant greene,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Three play-fellows (such three were never seen In Venus court) upon a summer's day, Met altogether on a pleasant green, Intending at some pretty game to play. They Dian, Cupid, and Fidessa were: Their wager, beauty, bow, and cruelty: The conqueress the stakes away did bear, Whose fortune then it was to win all three. Fidessa, which does these as weapons use, To make the greatest heart her will obey: And yet the most obedient to refuse, As having power poor lovers to betray. With these she wounds, she heals, gives life & death: More power hath none that lives by mortal breath." modern/car2902/Z300134389,157410,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,"At Stirling Castle, 1507 (1990)",1950,14,,"Damian, D'Amiens, Damiano—",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Damian, D'Amiens, Damiano -- we never found out his true name, but there he crouched, swarthy, and slowly sawed the air with large strapped-on bat-membrane wings. Below the battlements, a crowd prepared to jeer. He frowned, moved back, and then with quick crow struts ran forward, flapping strongly, whistling cuts from the gray heavy space with his black gear and on a huge spring and a cry was out beating into vacancy, three, four, five, till the crawling scaly Forth and the rocks and the upturned heads replaced that steel shout of sky he had replied to -- left alive, and not the last key snapped from high hard locks." modern/car2902/Z300134377,942831,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Slate (1990),1950,14,,There is no beginning. We saw Lewis,,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 stroke, but raised and shaken, with tens of thousands of rains, blizzards, sea-poundings shouldered off into night and memory. Memory of men! That was to come. Great in their empty hunger these surroundings threw walls to the sky, the sorry glory of a rainbow. Their heels kicked flint, chalk, slate." c20-american/am20078/Z300215155,87010,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Slater, Eleanor, 1903-",1903.0,SELF‐DEFENSE.,1933,14,,"And that is all I'll promise you today,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"I'll love you for a little while, my dear, And that is all I'll promise you today, Because if you should dare to come too near, In self-defense, I should draw more away. Mine is a hermit-heart that likes to sit Alone before the fireside and spin, And any one that comes to dwell with it Must never try to enter quite within. You who have known me but a little while, Beware of me, lest you be disappointed. I'll gladly give a service or a smile, -- But few I welcome as my heart's anointed. Beware of me, my friend, or you may find The breath of winter blowing through my mind." c20-english/car2902/Z300134408,173773,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Not the Burrell Collection (1990),1950,14,,"The Buenos Aires Vase, one mile across,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The Buenos Aires Vase, one mile across, flickering with unsleeping silent flames, its marble carved in vine-leaves mixed with names, shirtless ones and desaparecidos; a collier's iron collar, riveted, stamped by his Burntisland owner; a spade from Babiy Yar; a blood-crust from the blade that jumped the corpse of Wallace for his head; the stout rack soaked in Machiavelli's sweat; a fire-circled scorpion; a blown frog; the siege of Beirut in stained glass; a sift of Auschwitz ash; and old tapestry-set unfinished, with a crowd, a witch, a log; a lachrymatory no man can lift." c20-english/car2902/Z300134415,501827,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,After Fallout (1990),1950,14,,A giant gannet buzzed our glinty probe.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"A giant gannet buzzed our glinty probe. Its forty-metre wing-span hid the sun. Life was stirring, the fallout time was done. From a stick-nest in Ygdrasil the globe was hatching genes Like rajahs' koh-i-noors. Over St Kilda, house-high poppy-beds made forests; towering sea-pinks turned the heads of even master mariners with lures that changed the white sea-graves to scent-drenched groves. Fortunate Isles! The gannet bucked our ship with a quick sidelong swoop, clapped its wings tied, dived, and exploding through the herring droves dragged up a flailing manta by the lip and flew it, twisting slowly, out of sighed." c20-african-american/da22027/Z300571617,25284,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,African-American Poetry,"Young, Al, 1939-",1939.0,THE BEAUTY OF MILWAUKEE COLD WITH RAIN,1969,14,,The beauty of Milwaukee cold with rain,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The beauty of Milwaukee cold with rain is warm enough to melt us and the snow. Somehow the freeway sighed of it seems sane. Out here where traffic's thawed, it's stop and go. Who says recycled lake cloud doesn't cleanse? Your ride's saved me; my car gave up and died. But when I see your staunch Mercedes-Benz stuck out here too, preserved, for all its pride, I have to laugh. And if this drizzle lasts, we're on the skids; this snow'll turn to much. No chains was dumb but, brrr, these polar blasts reduce the city to a whitened hush! And rain is what our stalled Milwaukee needs; with rain the lanes move up and bloom, Like seeds." english/ayresphi/Z300265643,641358,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,Lesbia's Complaint against Thyrsis his INCONSTANCY. A Sonnet.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Thou Fatal Object of my Fond Desires,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"I loved thee, Faithless Man, and love thee still, Thou Fatal Object of my Fond Desires, And that which nourishes these Amorous Fires, Is Hope, by which I love against my Will. Great was the Passion thou didst late express, Yet scornest me now, whom long thou didst adore, Sporting with others, her thou mindest no more, Whom thou hast called thy Heav'n and Happiness. Think not by this, thy Lesbian thee invites, To spend thy Years in Dalliance, and Delights, 'Tis but to keep her Faith in Memory; But if to grieve my Soul thou only strive, To thy Reproach, and to my Boast I'll live, A Monument of thy INCONSTANCY." english/hannaypa/Z300385835,418735,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet XV.,1659,14,The Nightingale [etc.] (1622),"Swim in the depth of vndeseru'd desires,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Whilst fortune's foundlings d&abar;dled in her lap, Swim in the depth of undeserved desires, Careless of cross unmindful of mishap, Still floating higher then their hope aspires: Poor hapless I, whose Hope's soared lately higher, (With promise-pens plumed w&superc;&superh; never fail in flight) Defer'd, disdained, heartless dares not draw nigh her, My wearied wandering wing can no where light. And Fortune still the more to show her spite, The nearer that my hope seems to obtain, With unexpected crosses curbs them quite, W&superc;&superh; nigh gained good makes me but taste my pain. Yet fickle Fortune I disdain thy frown: ""Base minds thou mayest, but never brave cast down." modern/car2902/Z300134404,329069,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Matt McGinn (1990),1950,14,,"We cannot see it, it keeps changing so.",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"We cannot see it, it keeps changing so. All round us, in and out, above, below, at evening, phantom figures come and go, silently, just a magic shadow show. A hoarse voice singing come love watch with me was all we herd on that fog-shrouded bank. We thought we saw him, but if so, he sank into the irrecoverable sea. Dear merry man, what is your country now? Does it keep changing? Will we ever see it? A crane, a backcourt, and accordion? Or sherbet dabs, henna, and jasmin brow? The book is clasped, and time will never free it. Mektub. The caravan winds jangling on." english/ayresphi/Z300265681,363368,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"A Sonnet. On a Death's‐Head, covered with Cobwebs, kept in a Library, and said to be the Scull of a King.",1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"&indent;Their Subtil Webs, which Innocence deceive,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"This Mortal Spoil which so neglected lies, Death's sad Memento, now where Spiders weave Their Subtle Webs, which Innocence deceive, Whose Strength to break their Toyls cannot suffice: Saw it self Crown'd, it self Triumphant saw, With Mighty Deeds proclaiming its Renown; Its Smiles were Favours, Terrour was its Frown, The World of its Displeasure stood in Awe. Where Pride ordaining Laws did once preside, Which Land should Peace enjoy, which Wars abide. There boldly now these little Insects nest; Then raise not, Kings, your Haughty Plumes so high, For in Death's cold Embraces when you lie, Your Bones with those of common Subject's rest." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683494,100085,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET II, 9 (23)",1971,14,,He could guess,,,1900-1950,"He could guess if any mocked, with great bursting forth of furious eyes. His long sufferance of the malice of the world might be this resolution in him, to safeguard another. As I returned I met company in the fields. I sat down all round the sheet, but rarely fell within it. He was amongst them looking through spectacles with the love of novelty which is natural." c20-english/car2902/Z300134399,275635,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,North Africa (1990),1950,14,,Why did the poets come to the desert?,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Why did the poets come to the desert? They learned the meaning of and oasis, the meaning of heat, fellahin's phrases, tents behind the khamsin-blasted dannert. We watched MacLean at the Ruweisat Ridge giving a piercing look as he passed by the fly-buzzed grey-faced dead; swivelled our eye west through tank-strewn dune and strafed-out village with Henderson; and Hay saw Bizerta burn; Garioch was taken at Tobruk, parched Kriegsgefangener, calm, reading Shveik; Morgan ate sand, slept sand at El Ballah while gangrened limbs dropped in the pail; Farouk fed Fraser memoranda Like a shriek." modern/car4503/Z200555494,439207,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Sisson, C. H. (Charles Hubert), 1914-",1914.0,Sonnet,1944,14,,I well remember what it was to be,,,1900-1950,"I well remember what it was to be On the outside of what I was inside, An office where the competences tried Were not those which came naturally to me. I had no notion of the fantasy Entertained by the colleagues at my side; I had my own -- a solitary pride Which drew me to the well of poetry. Now old, I wander still and lack the light Others can see by; nearly but not quite Is still what others read as my device Which either, blind, I cannot read at all, Or for a moment dazzles, and I fall Outside the in or through the slippery ice." english/edwards2/Z200344686,82230,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXIV.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Pour'st out such notes, as strike the Woodlark dumb,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Sweet Linnet, who from off the laurel spray, That hangs over Spenser's ever-sacred tomb, Pour'st out such notes, as strike the Woodlark dumb, And vie with Philomel's enchanting lay, How shall my verse thy melody repay? If my weak voice could reach the age to come, Like Colin Clout's, thy name should ever bloom Through future times, unconscious of decay: But such frail aid thy merits not require, Thee Polyhymnia, in the roseate bowers Of high Parnassus, 'amid the vocal throng, Shall glad receive, and to her tuneful sire Present; where, crowned with amaranthine flowers, The raptured choir shall listen to thy sung." english/griffinb/Z200383310,535066,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXVIII. [Well may my soule immortall and diuine],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;That is imprison'd in a lump of clay,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Well may my soul immortal and divine, That is imprisoned in a lump of clay, Breath out laments, until this body pine: That from her takes her pleasures all away. Pine then thou loathed prison of my life; Untoward subject of the least aggrievance, Oh let me die: mortality is rife, Death comes by wounds, by sickness, care, & chance Oh earth, the time will come when i'll resume thee, And in my bosom make thy resting place: Then do not unto hardest sentence doom me, Yield, yield betimes, I must and will have grace. Richly shalt thou be entombed, since for thy graven, Fidessa, fair Fidessa thou shalt have." english/edwards2/Z200344705,791903,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XLII.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;When, coyly shy of well deserv'd applause,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Sweet are the charms of shamefaced Modesty, When, coily shy of well deserved applause, She veils her blushing cheek, and meek withdraws From general notice and the public eye; But therefore shall exalted worth still lie Lost in oblivion? This the sacred laws Of Justice, the regard to Virtue's cause, And honour of the lovely Sex deny; Wherefore are given the Muse-inspired lays, The Poet's lofty sung, but to rehearse The fair deserts of passed or present days, And bashful merit's doubting eye to raise? Ill he deserves the powers of tuneful verse, Who can see Virtue, and forbear to praise." c20-english/car2902/Z300134414,488532,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Target (1990),1950,14,,"Then they were running with fire in their hair,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Then they were running with fire in their hair, men and women were running everywhere, women and children burning everywhere, ovens of death were falling from the air. Lucky seemed those at the heart of the blast who left no flesh or ash or blood or bone, only a shadow on dead Glasgow's stone, when the black angel had gestured and passed. Rhu was a demons' pit, Faslane a grave; the shattered basking sharks that thrashed Loch Fine were their killer's tocsin: 'Where I am, watch; when I raise one arm to destroy, I save none; increase, multiply; vengeance is mine; in no universe will man find his match.'" modern/car2902/Z300134401,425690,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Travellers (1) (1990),1950,14,,The universe is like a trampoline.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"The universe is Like a trampoline. We chosen a springy clump near Arrochar and with the first jump shot passed Barnard's Star. The universe is Like a tambourine. We clashed a brace of planets as we swung some rolling unknown ringing system up above our heads, and kicked it too. To sup, sleep, recoup, we dropped to the House of Tongue. The universe is Like a trampoline. Tongue threw us into a satellite bank. We photographed a mole; a broach; the moon. The universe is Like a tambourine. We stretched out, shook Saturn, its janglings sank and leapt till it was neither night nor noon." english/miscell2/Z300438883,169356,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET IX. [Peace to thy ashes, to thy mem'ry fame]",1729,14,,"&indent;Bright paragon of merit feminine,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Peace to thy ashes, to thy memory fame, Bright 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 and the matron's name? In thee religion cheerful and serene Unsour'd by superstition, spleen, or pride, Through all the social offices of life To shed its genuine influence was seen; This thy chief ornament, thy surest guide, This formed the daughter, parent, friend, and wife." english/griffinb/Z200383287,426413,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. V. [Arraign'd poore captiue at the barre I stand],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;The barre of Beautie, barre to all my ioyes,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Arraign'd poor captive at the bar I stand, The bar of Beauty, bar to all my joys, And up I hold my ever-trembling hand, Wishing or life or death to end annoys. And when the Judge does question of the gilded, And bids me speak, then sorrow shuts up words: Yea though he say, speak boldly what thou wilt, Yet my confused affects no speech affords. For why (alas) my passion have no bound, For fear of death that penetrates so near: And still one grief another does confound, Yet does at length a way to speech appear. Then (for I speak too late) the Judge does give His sentence that in prison I shall live." modern/car2902/Z300134400,274344,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Caledonian Antisyzygy (1990),1950,14,,"—Knock knock.—Who's there?—Doctor.—Doctor Who?—No,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"-- Knock knock. -- Who's there? -- Doctor. -- Doctor Who? -- No, just Doctor. -- What's up Doc? -- Stop, that's all cock. -- O.K. -- Knock knock. -- Who's there? -- Doctor Who. -- Doc- tor Who who? -- Doctor, who's a silly schmo? -- Right. Out! -- Aw. -- Well, last chance, come on. -- Knock knock. -- Who's there? -- Doctor Jekyll. -- Doctor Jekyll who? -- Doctor, 'worser you kill Mr Hyde? -- Pig-swill! Nada! Rubbish! Lies! Garbage! Never! Schlock! -- Calm down, your turn. -- Knock knock. -- Who's there? -- Doctor Knox. -- Doctor Knox who? -- Doctor Knocks Box Talks. Claims T.V. Favours Grim Duo, Burke, Hare. -- Right, join hands. Make sure the door is locked, or nothing will happen. -- Dark yet? -- Cover clocks. -- Knock. -- Listen! -- Is there anybody there?" english/edwards2/Z200344676,587795,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XIV.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;And fire them to achieve high deeds of praise,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"O sacred Love of Country! purest flame, That wont in Britons' honest hearts to blaze, And fire them to achieve high deeds of praise, Which earn the guerdon of eternal fame; If aught of thee remain, beside the name And semblance vain, to these degenerate days; With all the effulgence of thy heavenly rays Shine forth, and dash the spurious Patriot's claim; That bold bade man, who bellowing in the cause Of truth and virtue, and with fraudful skill Winning the giddy changing multitude, Warps on the wind of popular applause To private wealth and power; pretending still With hard unblushing front the public good." english/browneis/Z200288407,585359,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET. [ONCE more, my Hawkins, I attempt to raise]",1729,14,,&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 bear along To learned foreigners, and future days: Yet do not thou thy native language scorn, In which great Shakespear, Spenser, Milton sang Such strains as may with Greek, or Roman vie: This cultivate, raise, polish, and adorn; So each fair Maid shall on thy numbers hang, And every Briton bless thy melody." c20-english/ep30092/Z400604445,726096,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Kinsella, John, 1963-",1963.0,the insulation of the new york sonnet,1993,14,,I don't know if there's such a thing,,Sonnet,1950-2000,"I don't know if there's such a thing as the new york sonnet, and I can't find out until I get my copy of Denby back from a guy who shot through to Carnarvon at short notice. It's not likely that tracking stations, bananas, racism, and the Gascoyne River are going to yield a response, but Denby, to whom you handed a cup of tears some years ago in a film that was rumoured to be a sonnet in itself, holds the answer, not so much in the dance of language, but in his collecting insulators from the tops of power pylons and giving them as tokens of gratitude to his closest friends." c20-english/ep20136/Z300598693,757882,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Harrison, Tony, 1937-",1937.0,"5. Prague Spring on my birthday, 30 April",1967,14,,A silent scream? The madrigal's top note?,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"A silent scream? The madrigal's top note? Puking his wassail on the listening throng? Mouthfuls of cumulus, then cobalt throat. Medusa must have hexed him in mid-song. The finest vantage point in all of Prague's this gagging gargoyle's with the stone-locked lute, leaning over cherries, blow-ups of Karl Marx the pioneers 'll march passed and salute. Tomorrow's May but still a North wind scuffs the plated surface Like a maced cuirass, lays on, lays off, gets purchase on and roughs up the Vltava, then makes it glass. The last snow of this year's late slow thaw dribbles as spring salivam down his jaw." english/sbtomkin/Z300493094,190694,,English Poetry,"Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623",1623.0,THIRD SONNET Ex Psal. 38.,1653,14,,&indent;Nor in thy Furie multiply my Sorrows;,y,,1600-1650,"Lord, in thine Anger do no more reprove me, Nor in thy Furie multiply my Sorrows; For in my flesh I Feel thy fearful Arrows: Thy heavy hand does unto Goodness move me. Sick, in it self my Soul does Sighs and Languish: Because my Sins so Wholely overcame me, Sorely afflicted, and all humbled am I; And in my plaint, my heart Roars out for Anguish. My Strength even fail's me, and my Sight hath fled me, And every one Endeauours to undo me, But I as Deaf, the while with Dumbnes sped me. In thee I hope (my God) Ah listen to me: Ah, Leave me not (thou that canst best bested me) Thou my Saluation, and Comfort sole unto me." c20-american/am20078/Z300215151,962269,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Slater, Eleanor, 1903-",1903.0,BECAUSE YOUR HEART WAS SHY.,1933,14,,"Here is a perfect power lost to earth,",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Here is the breath of winter gone to waste. Here is a perfect power lost to earth, A mighty passion lightly, falsely placed, So that it loses dignity and worth. Here is the breath of summer gone astray, Lilac where lilac never aught to be, The ashes of a beauty swept away, And roses blooming in obscurity. I see your body strong in inner power; I see your soul made radiant with beauty, That dares to cast a shadow on its flower And fell its freedom for a fancied duty. My dear, what right have you each day to die In little ways because your heart is shy?" english/edwards2/Z200344667,89592,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET V. On a FAMILY‐PICTURE.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Where my four Brothers round about me stand,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"When pensive on that Portraiture I gaze, Where my four Brothers round about me stand, And four fair Sisters smile with graces bland, The goodly monument of happier days; And think how soon insatiate Death, who preys On all, has cropped the rest with ruthless hand; While only I survive of all that band, Which one chaste bed did to my Father raise; It seems that Like a Column left alone, The tottering remnant of some splendid Fane, Scape'd from the fury of the barbarous Gaul, And wasting Time, which has the rest overthrown; Amidst our House's ruins I remain Single, unpropped, and nodding to my fall." modern/car2902/Z300134519,666583,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Bobbed Sonnet for Code Cobber (1990),1950,14,,climbing Popocatepetl with popcorn packets,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"climbing Popocatepetl with popcorn packets humming Mahabharata humbly but unhurried surfing through Sargasso with syntagmatic spinnakers throwing tantrums at Antananarivo train-hoots Zoroastrian asterisks satirize astutely Athabaskan aubades ululated unabashed ro-ro car-wash scrub-up freak-out tsetse-zizzing isthmus-asthma onomatopoeic articulation incomparably extrapolated hubble-bubble hobnob with heavy-breathing hobos shaman's-salmon psalm for spawn-master's shawm slaloming along shalom-hung swan-songs simply spellbinding spielbonding spoolbending loading London with logodaedalian lauds" c20-english/car2902/Z300134395,814162,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,"Peter Guthrie Tait, Topologist (1990)",1950,14,,Leith dock's lashed spars roped the young heart of Tait.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Leith dock's lashed spars roped the young heart of Tait. What made gales tighten, not undo, each knot? Nothing's more dazzling than a ravelling plot. Stubby crisscrossing fingers fixed the freight so fast he started sketching on the spot. The mathematics of the twisted state uncoiled its waiting elegances, straight. Old liquid chains that strung the gorgeous tot God spliced the mainbrace with, put on the slate, and sent creation reeling from, clutched hight as caustic on Tait's brain when he strolled late along the links and saw the stars had God such gouts and knots of well-tied fire the mate must sail out whistling to his stormy lot." english/walshwil/Z200517086,103087,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Walsh, William, 1663-1708",1663.0,Sonnet. Death.,1693,14,Letters and poems (1692),"After a Life in Pain and Sorrow past,",y,,1650-1700,"What has this Bugbear Death that's worth our Care? After a Life in Pain and Sorrow passed, After deluding Hope and dire Despair, Death only gives us Quiet at the last. How strangely are our Love and Hate misplaced! Freedom we seek, and yet from Freedom flee; Courting those Tyrant-Sins that chain us fast, And shunning Death, that only sets us free. 'Tis not a foolish fear of future Pains, (Why should they fear who keep their Souls from Stains?) That makes me dread thy Terrors, Death, to see: 'Tis not the Loss of Riches, or of Fame, Or the vain Toys the Vulgar Pleasures name; 'Tis nothing, Caelia, but the losing thee." modern/car2002/Z300134893,147565,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Kavanagh, P. J. (Patrick Joseph), 1931-",1931.0,Sonnet,1961,14,,We endow our gods with wrath but never exasperation.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"We endow our gods with wrath but never exasperation. Which is why few ever hear their deity tetch: 'If they touch what they love they love what they touch Not what they loved. Refrain from touching Out of respect and they will love Their abstaining selves, whatever their intention. Thus it never remains as love was and they adduce Triumphantly a theory of flux, of love Sacred and profane. Ennobling love of God Through and arbour relationship pungent with camphor, Or Laura keeping a young man from himself, Both fee-less educations of the heart. May they guess sometime that love's not intended for gain; Leave Us to judge what's sacred, what's profane.'" english/griffinb/Z200383284,36181,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. II. [How can that piercing christall‐painted eye],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)","&indent;That gaue the onset to my high‐aspiring,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"How can that piercing crystal-painted eye, That gave the onset to my high-aspiring, Yielding each look of mine a sweet reply, Adding new courage to my hearts desiring? How can it shut it self within her Arke, And keep her self and me both from the light: Making us walk in al-misguiding dark, Aye to remain in confines of the night? How is it that so little room contains it, (That guides the Orient, as the world the Sun?) Which once obscured, most bitterly complains it, Because it knows and rules what ere is done. The reason is, that they may dread her sighed, Who does both give and take away their light." c20-english/car2902/Z300134394,679526,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,De Quincey in Glasgow (1990),1950,14,,Twelve thousand drops of laudanum a day,,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 with pharmacy in his throat. When afternoons grew late, he feared and longed for dusk. In that high room in Rottenrow he looks out east to the Necropolis. Its crowded tombs rise jostling, living, thronged with shadows, and the granite-bloodying glow flares on the dripping bronze of a used kris." english/cottonch/Z200321663,422913,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,"Sonnet. [How should'st thou love, and not offend?]",1660,14,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, Cloris, 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, though all not see't. Then fairest, fearless of all blame, That sacred Treasure of thy Name Into my faithful Arms commit; Thou once didst trust me with thy Fame, I then was just and true to it, And, Chloris, I am still the same." english/cottonch/Z200321591,1621,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,"Sonnet. [Goe, false one, now I see the cheat]",1660,14,Poems on Several Occasions (1689),"Your love was all a Counterfeit,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Go, false one, now I see the cheat, Your love was all a Counterfeit, And I was galled to think that you, Or any she, could long be true. How could you once so kind appear, To kiss, to sighs, and shed a tear, To cherish and caress me so, And now not let but bid me go? Oh Woman! Frailty is thy name, Since she's untrue you're all to blame, And but in man no truth is found: 'Tis a fair Sex, we all must love it, But (on my conscience) could we prove it, They all are false even under ground." c20-english/car2902/Z300134391,949733,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Lady Grange on St Kilda (1990),1950,14,,"‘They say I'm mad, but who would not be mad",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"'They say I'm mad, but who would not be mad on Hirta, when the winter raves along the bay and howls through my stone hut, so strong they thought I was and so I am, so bade they thought I was and beat me black and blue and banished me, my mouth of bloody teeth and banished me to live and cry beneath the shriek of sea-birds, and eight children too we had, my lord, though I know what you are, sleekit Jacobite, showed you up, you bitch, and screamed outside your close at Niddry's Wynd, until you set your men on me, and far I went from every friend and solace, which was cruel, out of mind, out of my mind.'" c20-english/ep30127/Z300606185,279063,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Ramanujan, A. K., 1929-",1929.0,Routine Day Sonnet,1959,14,,For me a perfectly ordinary,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"For me a perfectly ordinary day at the office, only a read lorry passed the window at two; a sailor with a chest tattoo. A walk before dark with my daughter to mark another cross on the papaya tree; dinner, coffee, bedtime story of dog, bone and shadow. A bullock cart in and Eskimo dream. But I wake with a start to hear my wife cry her heart out as if from a crater in hell: she hates me, I hate her, I'm a filthy rat and a satyr." english/griffinb/Z200383294,70474,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XII. [Oh if my heauenly sighes must proue annoy],1632,14,"Fidessa, more chaste then kinde (1596)",&indent;Which are the sweetest musicke to my heart:,y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Oh if my heavenly sighs must prove annoy, Which are the sweetest music to my heart: Let it suffice I count them as my joy, Sweet bitter joy, and pleasant painful smart. For when my breast is clogged with thousand cares, That my poor loaded heart is Like to break: Then every sighs does question how it fares, Seeming to add their strength: which makes me weak. Yet (for they friendly are) I entertain them, And they too well are pleased with their host: But I (had not Fidessa been) ere now, had slain them, It's for her cause they live, in her they boast. They promise help, but when they see her face, They fainting yield, and dare not sue for grace." english/edwards2/Z200344702,527388,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXIX.,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;To touch, and laugh in many a jocund lay,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Equally skilful or the Lyric string To touch, and laugh in many a jocund lay, Or against vice to rise with bold assay, And Satire's burning brand with art to fling; Roderick, why sleeps the Muse, while jolly spring In frolic dance leads-up the blooming May, And the sweet Nightingales on every spray Take the ear prisoner with their carolling? Or, if thy verse a higher theme demand, Mark the Mock-patriot, decked in proud array Of borrowed virtues, which his soul never knew, Scattering fell poison through the cheated land; And, while to private power he paves his way, Dazzling with public good the blinded crew." english/cottonch/Z300321843,251895,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,SONNET. Out of Astrea. [Since I must now eradicate the Flame],1660,14,Poems on Several Occasions (1689),"&indent;Which, seeing you, Love in my Bosom plac't,",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Since I must now eradicate the Flame, Which, seeing you, Love in my Bosom placed, And the Desires which thus long could last, Kindled so well, and nourished in the same. Since Time, that first saw their Original, Must triumph in their end, and Victor be, Let's have a brave Design, and to be free, Cut off at once the Briar-rose, and all. Let us put out the Fire Love has begotten, Break the tough Cord tied with so fast a knot, And voluntary take a brave adieu. So shall we nobly conquer Love and Fate, And at the Liberty of choice do that, Which time its self, at last, would make us do." c20-english/car2902/Z300134392,419411,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Theory of the Earth (1990),1950,14,,James Hutton that true son of fire who said,,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 re-drown the fossil Brutus's? 'We find no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of and end.' They died almost together, poet and geologist, and lie in wait for hilltop buoys to ring, or awe the seas gang dry and Scotland's coast dissolve in crinkled sand and pungent missed." c20-english/car2902/Z300134425,264369,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Clydegrad (1990),1950,14,,It was so fine we lingered there for hours.,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"It was so fine we lingered there for hours. The long broad streets shone strongly after rain. Sunset blinded the tremble of the crane we watched from, dazed the heliport-towers. The mile-high buildings flashed, flushed, greyed, went dark, greyed, flushed, flashed, chameleons under flak of cloud and sun. The last far thunder-sack ripped and spilled its grumble. Ziggurat-stark, a power-house reflected in the led of the old twilight river leapt alive lit up at every window, and a boat of students rowed passed, slid from black to read into the blaze. But where will they arrive with all, boat, city, earth, Like them, afloat?" english/edwards2/Z200344659,507722,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,To Miss &lblank;,1729,14,Sonnets (1758),"&indent;Whom virtuous friendship, ill by churls deny'd",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"Sweet Modesty, the third of that fair band, Whom virtuous friendship, ill by churls denied To Ladies' gentle bosoms, hath allied; May I unblamed your favouring voice demand, While armed with Truth's good shield alone I stand In Shakespear's cause determined to abide Th' outrageous efforts of insulting pride, And marks of Calumny's detested brand? Deep are the wounds she gives, and hard to heal. Yet though enraged her hundred tongues she join With cankered spite to blast my honest name, I reck not much, nor bore my pious zeal; But to the Fair and Good my cause resign, Who smile on Virtue, and whose smiles are Fame." c20-american/am20117/Z200223022,974260,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Kelly, Robert, 1935-",1935.0,First Jewish Sonnet,1965,14,,Who is it who comes to me from the Sabbath,,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Who is it who comes to me from the Sabbath dry-eyed covered with care? Who wakes for me? To be born is to be Jewish. My Lord & My Lady were so, I chosen their clarity in all this general forest. The woods of Are. I am grateful. Dark linen of the bed, shadows of earlier passion, you smell me of us both. Sound of far trickling woke me, as if a pipe were freezing or thawing. Or water spoke its own name & woke me. My eyes are dry. Was I trying to see in the dark as I slept? Read, & there was no text? Who is the text speaks out of the Sabbath & reads me awake, dry-eyed till the morning star, Like King David above whose bed a lute was hung that woke him with its music when the north wind blue?" english/ayresphi/Z300265642,232709,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,Cynthia sleeping in a Garden. A Sonnet.,1668,14,Lyric Poems (1687),"Gaz'd, till his wanton Coursers lost their Way.",y,Sonnet,1600-1650,"Near a cool Fountain, on a Rose-bed lay My Cynthia, sleeping in the open Air; Whom Sol espied, and seeing her so Fair, Gazed, till his wanton Coursers lost their Way. The proudest Flowers were not ashamed to find, Their Scent, and Colour rivaled in her Face; Her bright curled Hairs were tossed from Place to Place, On Neck and Bosom by the Amorous Wind. Her Smiles were animated by her Breath, Which still as soon as born received their Death, Being Mortal made in Pity to Mens Hearts: Poor Lovers then did lie and take their Rest, For the Blind Boy who does our Peace molest, Had in her sleeping Eyes hid all his Darts." c20-english/ep41001/Z300306651,11090,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967",1906.0,Sonnet THE EXPECTATION,1936,14,,"Here, Lord, I lie: have mercy on my soul.",,Sonnet,1900-1950,"Here, Lord, I lie: have mercy on my soul. My wounds from time were more than time could heal. Grace had I none, nor health, till I could feel Those old wounds die, and your wounds mine control. Then I was fresh and washed, as in a bowl. I closed my eyes, that you might break the seal, Then clearly saw the ransom you reveal, Richer than all the treasures which I stole. Take from this vault whatever wealth is more Than just suffices to be blessed and bless. Like the grown child the ungrateful city boar, Rebuked for faults and clothed in his distress, If I give all, that gift you can restore, And I must always grieve if I give less." english/miscell2/Z300438878,110351,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET IV. [C&wblank;s, I hop'd the little heaven shall spare]",1729,14,,"&indent;Of my short day, which flits away so fast,",y,Sonnet,1650-1700,"C&wblank;s, I hoped the little heaven shall spare Of my short day, which flits away so fast, And sickness threats with clouds to overcast, In social converse oft with thee to share. Ill-luck for me, that wayward fate should tear Thee from the haven thou hadst gained at last, Again to try the toils and dangers passed In foreign climates, and and hostile air: Yet duteous to thy country's call attend, Which claims a portion of thy useful years, And back with speed thy course to Britain bend. If, ever again we meet, perchance should end My darkening eve, thou'lt pay some friendly tears, Grateful to him, who lived and died thy friend." english/griffinb/Z200383333,236641,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. LI. [Worke worke apace you blessed Sisters three],1632,14,"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 triumphs with the blessed. But ah (too well I know) you have conspired A lingering death for him that loatheth life: As if with woes he never could be tired: For this you hide your all-diuiding knife. One comfort yet the heavens have assigned me, That I must die and leave my griefs behind me." english/hannaypa/Z300385817,346197,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet III.,1659,14,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 thoughts, & fires 'begins to require me. Proud Cytherea angry with her wench, Seeks in my heart a hate of her to breed, So blazed her faults, which soon my fires did quench, But Malice still lights on the owners head: For this the ill that all her envy wrought; It made her chaste, me author of that thought." english/griffinb/Z200383316,517645,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXXIIII. [Fie pleasure fie, thou cloy'st me with delight!]",1632,14,"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 I crave not: Yet wanting substance, woe does still assail me. ""Babies do children please, and shadows fools: ""Shows have deceived the wisest many a time: ""Euer to want our wish our courage cools: ""The ladder broken, t'is in vain to climb. But I must wish, and crave, and seek, and climb, It's hard if I obtain not grace in time." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683497,606485,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET II, 61 (77)",1971,14,,One morning,,,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/Z300246750,500849,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Schwartz, Delmore, 1913-1966",1913.0,Sonnet,1943,14,,I follow thought and what the world announces,,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 desire, older than Jericho, And rails once more, Like birds of early morning Urchinous on branches and Like newsboys, ""Extra, this is the meaning of life, Here is the real good, beyond all turning,"" Till night goes home, astonished by such cries, I wake up, and, to feel superior, I laugh." english/cottonch/Z300321535,186965,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,"Sonnet. III. [Mary is black, and taller than the last]",1660,14,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 terms will never do: Therefore who her will conquer aught to be At least as full of love and wit as she, Or he shall never gain favour at her hands: Nay, though he have a pretty store of brains, Shall only have his labour for his pains, Unless he offer more than she demands." modern/car2902/Z300134409,387486,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,1983 (1990),1950,14,,‘A parrot Edward Lear drew has just died.’,,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 over artists deaf as earth. 'Oho! Lear sketched me, delirious old man, how he shuffled about, his tabby on the sill, a stew on the stove, a brush in his ear, and sometime hummed, or he buzzed Like a be, painting parrots and all bright brave things still!'" c20-english/car2902/Z300134416,470966,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Age of Heracleum (1990),1950,14,,The jungle of Gleneagles was a long,,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 and flower-heads, dead fish, dark slicks. We stood in what had once been Princes Street. Hogweed roots thrust, throbbed underneath for miles. The rubble of the shops became the food of new cracks running mazes round our feet, and west winds blue, passed shattered bricks and tiles, millions of seeds through ruined Holyrood." c20-english/car2902/Z300134379,880721,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Post‐Glacial (1990),1950,14,,The glaciers melt slowly in the sun.,,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 the valleys a fresh drained greenness loads fields Like a world first seen, and when mild rains drive back the blizzards, a new world it is of grain that thrusts its frenzied spikes, and trees whose roots raze under the stamped-out remains of nomad Grampian fires. Immensities are mind, not ice, as the bright straths unfreeze." modern/car2902/Z300134378,779826,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Carboniferous (1990),1950,14,,"Diving in the warm seas around Bearsden,",,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 dark, but all we saw was the unsinister ferocious tenderness of mating shapes, a raking love that scoured their skin to shreds. We feared instead the force that could inter such life and joy, in fossil clays, for apes and men to haul into their teeming heads." modern/car2902/Z300134406,562930,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Gangs (1990),1950,14,,"Naw naw, there's nae big wurds here, there ye go.",,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. See yours, and Dan's, and mine, that's three chibs. We'll soon hiv a team. Whit's that? Non-Index-Linked! Did you hear it? Look! Tiny Global Recession! C'moan then, ya bams, Ah'll take you. Market Power fae Drum! Dave, man, get up. Dave! Ach, ye're no near it. Ah'm oan ma tod. But they'll no take a len a me, Ah'm no dead yet, or deif, or dumb!" c20-english/abarnett/Z300683490,388336,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET I, 176 (218)",1971,14,,The weak must bear,,,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/Z400134338,90959,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,6 [‘I want to see a sonnet with a rose.’] (1990),1950,14,,‘I want to see a sonnet with a rose.’,,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 does not break the heart; the rose and the fire are not one. It withers quickly, draws blood, has scents most people Like. Its dried and crushed petals are ghosts for years in bowls.' 'The fire shows. A ghost you call it? It's in your blood. Is a crushed rose a crushed rose, is it crushed?'" modern/car2902/Z300134417,462469,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Computer Error: Neutron Strike (1990),1950,14,,No one was left to hear the long All Clear.,,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 to feed on horrors we were slow to understand but did. Boiling fish-floating seas slopped round the unmanned rigs that flared into the night; the videos ran on, sham death, sham love; the air-conditioners kept steady found. An automatic foghorn, and its light, warned out to none below, and none above." english/griffinb/Z200383337,318555,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. LV. [Oh no I dare not, oh I may not speake!]",1632,14,"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 unfeigned tears to wail my smart. Is she a stock, a block, a stone, a flint? Hath she nor ears to hear, nor eyes to see? If so, my cries, my prayers, my tears shall stint. Lord how can lovers so bewitched be! I took her to be beauty's Queen alone, But now I see she is a senseless stone." c20-american/am20117/Z200223023,388945,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Kelly, Robert, 1935-",1935.0,Second Jewish Sonnet,1965,14,,"I still hear the water, old house in wind.",,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 the privacy of her sleep. And I sleep, as if a love had ended by being so full. See, it is as they say: if the Sabbath came every day men would keep no Sabbath. To get what I want & to go sleep from it, terror of the empty night that I could mean so little & be so normal & fall convenient among the satisfied." modern/car2902/Z300134412,116056,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Norn (1) (1990),1950,14,,"It was high summer, and the sun was hot.",,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 contours in one net. Beneath it, what amazement; anger; some stretching in wonder at a sky to touch; chaos at airports, stunned larks, no more rain! It would not burn, it would not cut. The hum of civic protest probed Like Dali's crutch. Children ran wild under that counterpane." modern/car2902/Z300134392,225292,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Theory of the Earth (1990),1950,14,,James Hutton that true son of fire who said,,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 re-drown the fossil Brutus's? 'We find no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of and end.' They died almost together, poet and geologist, and lie in wait for hilltop buoys to ring, or awe the seas gang dry and Scotland's coast dissolve in crinkled sand and pungent missed." english/hannaypa/Z300385843,870636,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet XX.,1659,14,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, Suffredst Death, Buriall, rose for our salvation. O Holy Ghost which dost from both proceed, Sweet soule-inspiring-spirit with peace and love: Comfort to all, cast down for sinful deed, Lessening their woes with hoys of Heaven above. O Triuall-one, one God and Persons three, Reforme my ways, and draw me unto Thee." c20-american/am22156/Z300244772,587967,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Kumin, Maxine, 1925-",1925.0,Prothalamion,1955,14,,The far court opens for us all July.,,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 the sweat that you're made of. We improve each other, quickening so by noon that the white game moves itself, the universe contracted to the edge of the dividing line you toe against, limbering for your service, arm up, swiping the sun time after time, and the square I live in, measured out with lime." english/griffinb/Z200383321,316067,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXXXIX. [My Ladies haire is threeds of beaten gold],1632,14,"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 displays two silver fountains bright, The Spheares her voice, her grace the Graces three, Her body is the Saint that I adore, Her smiles and favours sweet as honey be, Her feet fair Thetis praiseth evermore. But ah the worst and last is yet behind, For of a Gryphon she does bear the mind." modern/car2101/Z300548533,178918,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Keene, Dennis, 1934-",1934.0,SONNET,1964,14,,Turned back from places that are not yet seen,,,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 Reflecting just myself; so when I wake Narcissus gropes into a shallow pool Embracing arms that drag him to the grave. For tragedies come mostly to that grove Where none observe the actions of a fool, And in these darkened places curtains fall Never with plaudits or displays of grief." english/edwards2/Z200344657,47203,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,To the M. H. the &lblank;,1729,14,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, In which good cause each gentle breast should strive: While I with hazard of my own good name Like Calidore pursue the Blatant Beast In dear defence of Ladies' honest fame, Which his foul mouth profanely taints with blame; Let me, however with dread and dangers pressed, Enjoy the smiles of every virtuous dame." modern/car2902/Z300134387,145588,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Memento (1990),1950,14,,over the cliff‐top and into the mist,,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 lightning and beneath white nights behind the haar and in front of the tower beyond the moor and against writ and ring below the mort-gate and outwith all kind under the hill and at the boskless bower over the hills and far away to bring over the hills and far away to mind" c20-english/fa0201/Z200608711,502533,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Armitage, Simon, 1963-",1963.0,In Our Tenth Year,1993,14,,"This book, this page, this harebell laid to rest",,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 decade on, now we astounded ourselves; still two, still twinned but doubled now with love and for a single night apart, alone, how sure we are, each of the other half. This harebell holds its own. Let's give it now in air, with light, the chance to fade, to fold. Here, take it from my hand. Now, let it go." modern/oxf0901/Z200245163,649647,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Oswald, Alice, 1966-",1966.0,ESTUARY SONNET,1996,14,,As much as I walk by and see the water,,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 gnawn to its vertebrae. Touch me the moment where these world's collide, the river's cord unraveled by the tide ... and I will show you nothing -- neither high nor low nor salt nor fresh -- only the skill of tiny creatures Like the human eye to live by water, which is never still." english/edwards2/Z200344704,653615,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XLI.,1729,14,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 love dispense; While draughts of pleasure lull the prosperous fool: Omniscience knows, and Goodness will bestow, What's rightest, fittest, best; let humble man With faith and patience bow submissive down, Secure, that God delights not in our woe; And, when we have measure'd out this life's short span, If soar the trial, bright will be the crown." english/griffinb/Z200383338,501462,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. LVI. [Is trust betraide, doth kindnes grow vnkind?]",1632,14,"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? Must sacred Muses suffer misery? Are women woe to men, traps for their falls? Differ their words, their deeds, their looks, their lives? Have lovers ever been their tennis-balls? Be husbands fearful of the chastest wives? All men do these affirm, and so must I: Unless Fidessa give to me the lie." english/griffinb/Z200383286,451437,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. IIII. [Did you sometimes three German brethren see],1632,14,"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. Then do you know our state aswell as we, Beauty and Chastitie with her were born Both at one birth, and up with her did grow: Beauty still foe to Chastitie was sworn, And Chastitie sworn to be Beauties foe: And yet when I lay siege unto her heart, Beauty and Chastitie both take her part." modern/car2902/Z300134418,664976,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Inward Bound (1990),1950,14,,"Flapping, fluttering, like imploding porridge",,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 Glamis, but down it went. Boots, blouses, hats, hands above heads, Like feet-first diverse all those inhabitants pressed in to meet badgers and stalactites, and to built in reverse tenements deepest for late arrivers, and domes to swim in, not to echo feet or glow down, dim, on the draped, chanted hearse." english/cottonch/Z200321786,826507,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,"SONNET. [How should'st thou Love, and not offend!]",1660,14,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, That sacred Treasure of thy Name Into my faithful Arms commit. Thou once didst trust me, with thy fame, I then was just, and true to it; And, Chloris, I am still the same." english/griffinb/Z200383313,294251,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXXI. [Tongue neuer cease to sing Fidessaes praise],1632,14,"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 and never be disclosed, Feete run to her without or pace or measure, Tongue, heart, eyes, lips, hands, breast, arms, feet, Consent to do true homage to your Queen: Louelie, fair, gentle, wise, virtuous, sober, sweet, Whose Like shall never be; hath never been, Oh that I were all tongue her praise to show: Then surely my poor heart were freed from woe." c20-english/car2902/Z300134386,732150,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Colloquy in Glaschu (1990),1950,14,,before the fowler as he trudges home,,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 silentium, le cor eclate -- -- et meurt, Columba mused, but Kentigern replied, renaît et see prolong. The cell is filled with sung. Outside, puer cantat. Veni venator sings the gallus kern. The saints dip startled cups in Mungo's well." c20-english/car2902/Z300134412,701542,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,The Norn (1) (1990),1950,14,,"It was high summer, and the sun was hot.",,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 contours in one net. Beneath it, what amazement; anger; some stretching in wonder at a sky to touch; chaos at airports, stunned larks, no more rain! It would not burn, it would not cut. The hum of civic protest probed Like Dali's crutch. Children ran wild under that counterpane." c20-english/ep41001/Z300306629,380157,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967",1906.0,Sonnet ON THE DEATH OF ALUN LEWIS,1936,14,,He was astonished by the abundance of gold,,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 sand? A slighter man would have noticed the ripples expand From the stark, regenerate symbol. But to him that cold Figure was real. Ah yes, he died in the green Tree. What was it, then, pierced him, keen as a thorn, And left him articulate, humble, unable to scorn A single soul found on Earth? O, had he seen In a flash, all India laid Like Antony's queen, Or seen the highest, for which alone we are born?" modern/car2902/Z300134388,945592,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Matthew Paris (1990),1950,14,,"‘North and then north and north again we sailed,",,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 sea-lochs and rough marches, old forts, new courts, when Alexander their king is dead will they live in love and peace, get bearings, trace mountains, count stars, take capes, straits in their stride as well as crop and shop, bring luck home? Pelagus vastissimum et invium, their element, my margin, waits.'" english/ayresphi/Z300265633,768872,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. Petrarc laments for the Death of M. Laura.,1668,14,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: I thought Death could not have a Goddess slave. How soon deceived are those, who least mistrust! I never could think that Face should turn to Dust, Which, than all Humane Beauties seemed more pure: But now I find that my malicious Fate, Will, to my Sorrow, have me learn too late: Nothing that pleases here, can long endure." english/griffinb/Z200383332,578368,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. L. [When I the hookes of pleasure first deuowred],1632,14,"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, And fast entangled me in the snares of love. Then my unhappy happiness (at first) began, Happy, in that I loved the fairest fair: Vnhappily despised, a hapless man Thus joy did triumph, triumph did despair. My conquest is which shall the conquest gain: Fidessa author both of joy and pain." c20-english/car2902/Z300134410,351388,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Place of Many Waters (1990),1950,14,,"Infinitely variable water,",,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 Germane Ocean airs of pressing crashing Prussian evening blue; give linns long fall; bubble diverse bravely down to mend the cable you love to rust; and slant at night through lamplit cities, true as change is true, on gap-site pools, gravely splintering the puckering of the gust." english/miltonjo/Z300437800,247715,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Milton, John, 1608-1674",1608.0,"X. [Daughter to that good Earl, once President]",1638,14,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 report that Old man eloquent, Though later born, then to have known the days Wherin your Father flourished, yet by you Madam, me thinks I see him living yet; So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to possess them, Honour'd Margaret." c20-english/car2902/Z300134407,207249,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,After a Death (1990),1950,14,,A writer needs nothing but a table.,,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 goes down, calls out for help he will not give. Examine yourself! He is afraid to. But that is not quite true, I saw him look into that terrible place, let him live at least with what is eternally due to love that lies in earth in cold Carluke." c20-english/car2902/Z300134383,124704,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,Pilate at Fortingall (1990),1950,14,,A Latin harsh with Aramaicisms,,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 stone all day. 'See him now.' He crawled to the cattle-trough at dusk, jumbled the water till it sloshed and spilled into the hoof-mush in blue strands, slapped with useless despair each sodden cuff, and washed his hands, and watched his hands, and washed his hands, and watched his hands, and washed his hands." c20-english/ep20026/Z300594835,673497,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Fraser, G. S. (George Sutherland), 1915-",1915.0,Sonnet,1945,14,,"My simple heart, bred in provincial tenderness,",,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 local remedy, a province's hope: Or if I had the hard steel mind of Lenin, The skill or even the rage of Catiline Against the corrupt, the comfortable. Then in The pages of history one page might be mine. But for my heart my mind must loose its scope, And for my mind my heart must give up hope." c20-american/am30068/Z300363632,781767,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,American Poetry,"Palmer, Michael, 1943-",1943.0,Pre‐Petrarchan Sonnet,1973,14,,Someone identical with Dante,,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 are nowhere else. His smile fell to one side. Here and there it was very light and dark." modern/ent1103/Z300575748,432125,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Curry, Neil, 1937-",1937.0,ANNE HATHAWAY COMPOSES HER 18TH SONNET,1967,14,,I wonder what I ought to do today.,,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' you see the hedge is still untrimmed?' I really think our love's begun to fade. He nags me so. 'The milliner thou owest,' He says, 'and did we needs that new lampshade? It's not on trees you know that money growest.' And then he's off to London with 'I'll see You, chuck. Now don't you fret. I'll write to thee!'" modern/car2902/Z300134426,960243,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Golden Age (1990),1950,14,,That must have been a time of happiness.,,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 down among whitewashed quays. And women sauntered often with linked arms through night streets, or alone, or danced a maze with friends. Perhaps it did not last. What lasts? The bougainvillea millenniums may come and go, but then in thistle days a strengthened seed outlives the hardest blasts." english/cottonch/Z300321536,38933,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,"Sonnet. IV. [Martha is not so tall, nor yet so fair]",1660,14,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: And yet her blood's as boiling as the best, Which, pretty soul, does so disturb her rest, And makes her languish so, she's fit to die. Poor thing, I doubt she still must lie alone, For being Like to be attacked by none, Sh'as no more wit to ask than to deny." english/sbtomkin/Z300493097,497435,,English Poetry,"Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623",1623.0,SIXT SONNET Ex Psal. 102.,1653,14,,,y,,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 thou be pleased to hide it (If Mercy thou Vouchsafe) What shall Vndoo Us? Upon thy Word my Sovle hath firmly reared Her Tower of Trvst, there is my Hope possessed; With thee is Mercy, that thou mayest be feared; Mercy, for those that are in Sovle depressed, Israels Redeemer, Whom thou hast endeared Beecom's through thee, of Sinner, Saint and Blessed." modern/car2902/Z300134410,655516,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,A Place of Many Waters (1990),1950,14,,"Infinitely variable water,",,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 Germane Ocean airs of pressing crashing Prussian evening blue; give linns long fall; bubble diverse bravely down to mend the cable you love to rust; and slant at night through lamplit cities, true as change is true, on gap-site pools, gravely splintering the puckering of the gust." english/ayresphi/Z300265644,344740,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,On Lydia distracted. A Sonnet.,1668,14,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 into Love, By the rare Beauty of her charming Face. In all her Frenzyes, and her Mimickries, While she did Natures richest Gifts despise, There active Love did subtly play his part. Her antic Postures made her look more gay, Her Ragged Cloaths her Treasures did display, And with each Motion she insnar'd a Heart." english/cottonch/Z200321784,482378,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,SONNET. [Why dost thou say thou lov'st me now],1660,14,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 love and nature prompt thee to, Whilst thus thou triumphest in thy prime; Thou mayest discreetly love, and use, Those pleasures thou didst once refuse: But to profess it were a Crime." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683485,662742,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET II, 217 (239)",1971,14,,"The day dawned, and held",,,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/Z200344663,304205,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET I.,1729,14,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 understood, Or thirst of wealth thee from her banks divide: Reflect how calmly, Like her infant wave, Flows the clear current of a private life; See the wide public stream, by tempests tossed, Of every changing wind the sport, or slave, Soil'd with corruption, vexed with party strife, Cover'd with wrecks of peace and honour lost." english/griffinb/Z200383329,177285,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XLVII. [I see, I heare, I feele, I know, I rue]",1632,14,"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, My erring life through and uncertain doom: My thoughts that yet in lowliness do mount, My heart the subject of her tyranny, What now remains but her severe account Of murders crying gilded (foul butchery.) She was unhappy in her cradle breath, That given was to be another's death." english/edwards2/Z200344664,518978,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET II.,1729,14,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 mind deprave, Bought with severe remorse, and guilty shame. Virtue and Knowledge be our better aim; These help us Ill to bear, or teach to shun; Let Friendship cheer us with her generous flame, Friendship, the sum of all our joys in one: So shall we live each moment fate has given, How long or short, let us resign to Heaven." modern/car2902/Z300134396,933721,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,Modern Poetry,"Morgan, Edwin, 1920-",1920.0,G.M. Hopkins in Glasgow (1990),1950,14,,"Earnestly nervous yet forthright, melted",,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 mid-amen to see their soldier stumble Like a Red. Industry's pauperism singed his creed. He blessed them, frowned, beat on his hands. The load of coalblack darkness clattering on his head half-crushed, half-fed the bluely burning needs that trudged him back along North Woodside Road." english/edwards2/Z200344689,213868,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXVI. On the Edition of Mr. Pope's Works with a Commentary and Notes.,1729,14,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' unblessed soil of rude and rancorous rage. Yet this the avenging Muse ordained so, When, by his council or weak sufferance, To thee were trusted Shakespear's Fame and Fate: She doomed him down the stream of time to tow Thy soul, dirt-loaded hulk, or sink perchance, Dragg'd to oblivion by the foundering weight." c20-english/abarnett/Z300683492,680592,,English Poetry,"Barnett, Anthony, 1941-",1941.0,"SONNET II, 266 (290)",1971,14,,I knew certain,,,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/Z300306282,77084,1900-1999 Twentieth-Century,English Poetry,"Watkins, Vernon Phillips, 1906-1967",1906.0,Sonnet INFANT NOAH,1936,14,,"Calm the boy sleeps, though death is in the clouds.",,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 his waking: 'I built his city, then I cast him out.' Time's great tide falls; under that tide the sands Turn, and the world is shown there thousand-hilled To the opening, ageless eyes. On eyelids, hands, Falls a dove's shade, God's cloud, a velvet leaf. And his shut eyes hold heaven in their dark sheaf, In whom the rainbow's covenant is fulfilled." english/griffinb/Z200383315,399661,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXXIII. [He that would faine Fidessaes image see],1632,14,"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 must hide my head, and live alone. Isle pluck my silver hairs from out my head, And wash away the wrinkles of my face: Closely immured I'll live as I were dead, Before she suffer but the least disgrace. How can I hide that is already known? I have been seen, and have no face but one." english/hannaypa/Z300385830,972008,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet XII.,1659,14,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 her scorn should add unto my grief: Therefore my thoughts I'll bury as they rise, And smother in my soul my infant cries: So hasten death: then if she chance to hear I died for love of her I held too deer, And say was pity with her heavenly breath, That shall requite me well even after death." english/hollandh/Z200397961,652348,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Holland, Hugh, d. 1633",1633.0,To My Lord The King. Sonet Acrosticke.,1663,14,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 Light, Eu'n as their Heat did warm our Bosoms, when Unseen they shone beneath and fixed Star. Up Noble Minde to thy fifth Empirie, And soar yet higher then thy Fortune's ar: Resemble Heau'n in all but Leuitie, Take after Earth in nothing more or less Except and irremooued Stayednesse." english/edwards2/Z200344692,34562,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXIX.,1729,14,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 deserved renown, With wealth unenvied, waits thy toil and care: And when this grateful heart shall beat no more, (Nor long, I ween, can last my tottering frame, But soon, with me, this mortal coil shall end) Do thou, if Calumny again should roar, Cherish his memory, and protect his fame, Whom thy true worth has made thy faithful friend." english/griffinb/Z200383343,788872,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. LXI. [Fidessaes worth in time begetteth praise],1632,14,"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 decayeth, And that (which makes it fall) her honour raiseth. Most strange: yet true, so wonder wonder still, And follow fast the wonder of these days: For well I know (all wonder to fulfil) Her will at length unto my will obeys. Mean time let others praise her constancy, And me attend upon her clemency." english/miscell2/Z300438882,293101,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET VIII. [Wo worth the man, who in ill hour assay'd]",1729,14,,"&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 conquering steel, Who sacked thy towns, and castles disarrayed: No longer now with idle sorrow mourn Thy plundered wealth, or liberties restrained, Nor deem their victories thy loss or shame; Severe revenge on Britain in thy turn And ample spoils thy treacherous waves obtained, Which sunk one half of Spenser's deathless fame." english/ayresphi/Z300265632,978705,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"A Sonnet, of Petrarc, Going to visit M. Laura, remembers she is lately dead.",1668,14,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 Your Course, where you till Death can never aspire. Cannot my Soul nor Body yet be free? 'Twas not my Fault, you this Occasion lost; That Seeing, Hearing, Finding her you're crossed: Blame Death, or rather blessed be ever He, Who binds and looses, makes and can destroy, And when Life's done crowns with Eternal Joy." english/miscell2/Z300438886,589140,1550-1900 Miscellanies and Collections,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,"SONNET XII. [W&wblank;, whose dear friendship in the dawning years]",1729,14,,"&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 larger plan, No useless friend to Senators and Peers: Me moderate talents and a small estate Fit for Retirement's unambitious shade, Nor envy I who near approach the throne; But joyful see thee mingle with the Great, See thy deserts with due distinction paid, And praise thy lot, contented with my own." english/griffinb/Z200383293,607251,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XI. [Wing'd with sad woes, why doth faire Zephire blow]",1632,14,"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: Oh but he sorrows brought, which cannot fade. The sorrows that he brought he took from thee, Which fair Fidessa spun, and thou must wear: Yet hath she nothing done of cruelty, But (for her sake) to try what thou wilt bear. Come sorrows come, you are to me assigned, Isle bear you all: it is Fidessa's mind." english/griffinb/Z200383299,401081,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XVII. [Sweet stroke (so might I thriue) as I must praise],1632,14,"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 hath me dismayed, Yet such a power as does in beauty stand. Cease Lute, my ceaseless suit will never be herd: (Ah too hardhearted she that will not hear it) If I but think on joy, my joy is marred, My grief is great, yet ever must I bear it. But love twixt us will prove a faithful page, And she will love my sorrows to assuage." english/sbtomkin/Z300493092,649383,,English Poetry,"Tomkins, Thomas, fl. ca. 1623",1623.0,FIRST SONNET Ex Psal. 6.,1653,14,,&indent;Nor punish me in thy deseru'd displeasure:,y,,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 frying) Shall sing thy praise, or can extol th'Eternall? Long have I Languisht in my grievous Sorrow's, My bed and bosom, with my tears I water: My foes Despight hath ploughd my face with furrows. But (now my Soul) let the ungodly Scatter: Hence ye wicked, sith God (so gracious for us) Hath herd my moan, and does regard my matter." english/ayresphi/Z300265576,593624,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,A Sonnet. Of LOVE.,1668,14,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 comes all this, if I do not consent? If I consent, 'this madness then to grieve; Amidst these storms, in a weak Boat I'm tossed Upon a dangerous Sea, without relief, No help from Reason, but in Error lost. Which way in this distraction shall I turn? That freeze in Summer, and in Winter burn." english/baxterna/Z200274666,83985,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Baxter, Nathaniel, fl. 1606",1606.0,To the vertuous Ladie. M. Agape Wrotha.,1636,14,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 thee this aspect, When he forsook this transitory Globe, To mount the whirling Orbs with course direct, Adorning thee with love for marriage Robe. Sith famous Wroth Agape hath possessed: Ourania pray's a while to be your guest." english/cottonch/Z200321664,889728,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,"Sonnet. [Chloris, whilst thou and I were free]",1660,14,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 so improvidently free, To give away our liberties; And now in fruitful sorrow pine At what we are, what might have been, Had thou, or I, or both been wise." english/griffinb/Z200383300,666810,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXVIII. [Oh she must loue my sorrowes to asswage],1632,14,"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 injuriously dost let. Again, her presence does astonish me, And strikes me dumb, as if my sense were gone: Oh is not this a strange perplexity? In presence, dumb: she hears not absent moan. Thus absent presence, present absence makes, That (hearing my poor suit) she it mistakes." english/griffinb/Z200383336,536998,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. LIIII. [If great Apollo offered as a dower],1632,14,"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 her assigned) If heavens winged Herrald Hermes had His heart enchanted with a country maid: If poor Pygmalion were for beauty mad: If gods and men have all for beauty strayed, I am not then ashamed to be included Mongst those that love and be with love deluded." english/cottonch/Z200321525,673684,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,Sonnet. [What have I left to doe but dye],1660,14,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 wrought My greater misery and pain: My misery is yet so great, That, though I have found out the Cheat, I wish for thee again in vain." english/griffinb/Z200383330,126638,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XLVIII. [Mvrder, oh murder! I can crie no longer]",1632,14,"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 know my blood was given to be spilled. What is this life but maze of countless strays, The enemy of true felicity: Fitly compared to dreams, to flowers, to plays? Oh life, no life to me but misery! Of shame or death if thou must one, Make choice of death and both are gone." english/baxterna/Z200274667,272110,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Baxter, Nathaniel, fl. 1606",1606.0,To the right vertuous young La: K. Musophile Mansella.,1636,14,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 Intenserate, Endymion's feeble infant is his wit, Such style and phrase, of worth to fabricate, As might give life, and luster unto it. But my defects Ourania shall supply, In teaching thee and thine Philosophy." english/griffinb/Z200383306,84400,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXIIII. [Striuing is past, ah I must sinke and drowne]",1632,14,"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 involved, Thou diest for her that will no help prepare. Oh see: my case her self does now behold, The casement open is, she seems to speak: But she is gone: o then I dare be bold, And needs must say, she caused my heart to break. I die before I drown, o heavy case, It was because I saw my mistress face." english/richnath/Z300474092,601351,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Richards, Nathaniel, 1611-1660",1611.0,Sorrowes Sonnet.,1641,14,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 sighed of her sad Funeral my dear Kindled, burned, fier'd, flamed, as twould pierce the sky, Then would I perish feign; but Fates deny. A thousand griefs at once, me thought did move In my Mad brain; and then I was in Love, Stark Mad in Love; all joys bereft me, And nothing but despair, Sad sorrow left me." english/kennedyj/Z200409763,555792,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Kennedy, John, fl. 1626",1626.0,SONNET.,1656,14,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 shield thy Soul from sins anuoy, Shall thou not have great matter then of joy, When thy Redeemer pardons all thy faults? And thus in peace says to thee, come my boy, I will defend thee from the Devills assaults, Satan in thee no portion sure shall have, For why, my blood from Hell thy Soul did save." english/griffinb/Z200383296,44591,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XIIII. [When silent sleepe had closed vp mine eyes],1632,14,"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, She took me by the hand, and fast did hold it. Sweetly her sweet body did she lay down by me, Alas poor wretch (quoth she) great is thy sorrow: But thou shalt comfort find if thou wilt try me, I hope (sir boy) yowl tell me news to morrow. With that away she went, and I did wake with all, When (ah) my honey thoughts were turned to gall." english/griffinb/Z200383309,270942,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXVII. [Poore worme, poore silly worme, (alas poore beast)]",1632,14,"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 fate! My Sun will never rise, nor ever shine. Thus blind of light, mine eyes misguide my feet, And baleful darkness makes me still afraid: Men mock me when I stumble in the street, And wonder how my young sighed so decaide. Yet do I joy in this (even when I fall) That I shall see again, and then see all." english/edwards2/Z200344694,618007,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXI.,1729,14,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 Evil by good, in word and deed sincere: In this fair mirror see thy duty clear, Practice enforcing what his precepts teach; This great example study night and day; If faithful thus thy Christian course thou steer, Though such perfection thou shouldst fail to reach, Thy generous effort sure rewards will pay." english/griffinb/Z200383324,683101,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XLII. [When neuer speaking silence proues a wonder],1632,14,"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, When her untoward boy obtaineth sighed, When Sysiphus does cease to roll his stone, When Othes shakes off his heavy chains: When Beauty Queen of pleasure is alone, When Love and Virtue quiet peace disdains. When these shall be and I not be, Then will Fidessa pity me." english/hannaypa/Z300385833,913734,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet XIV.,1659,14,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 so does perish. Even so my Cælia's love hath lately proved, It joyed, it lived to me, while I was eyed It vigorous was, but I from sighed removed, It fainted, soon grew weak, and quickly died. My Cælia's love thus proved a Lizard right, I seen, it lived; It died I out of sighed." english/edwards2/Z200344681,922849,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XIX.,1729,14,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 poisoned shafts of calumny; No -- though the tenor of thy blameless life, Like His, whose flock is to thy care consigned, Be spent in teaching Truth and doing Good; Yet, 'amongst the Sons of Bigotry and Strife, Thou too, Like Him, must hear thy Good maligned, Thy Person slandered, and thy Truths withstood." english/ayresphi/Z300265631,892705,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"A Sonnet, of Petrarc, Shewing how long he had lov'd Madonna Laura.",1668,14,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, And hunt with a Dull Creature, Weak and Lame. Heartless I live to all things but my Ill, Which I'm solicitous to follow still; And only call on Laura, Love, and Death. Thus Twenty Years I've spent in Misery, Whilst only Sighs, and Tears, and Sobs I buy, Under such hard Stars first I drew my Breath." english/edwards2/Z200344696,286632,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET XXXIII.,1729,14,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 that seven-headed Monster, at whose shrine The Nations bow, threatened our swift decay; Neighbor and Friend, farewell -- but not with Thee Shall die the record of thy House's fame; Thy grateful Country shall it's praise convey From age to age, and, long as Britain's free, Britons shall boast in Hampden's glorious name." english/griffinb/Z200383341,511607,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. LIX. [Doe I vnto a cruell Tyger pray],1632,14,"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, and I endure the smart. She must, she shall, be mistress of her will, And I (poor I) obedient to the same: As fit to suffer death, as she to kill, As ready to be blamed, as she to blame. And for I am the subject of her ire, All men shall know thereby my love entire." english/griffinb/Z200383305,254326,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,"SONNET. XXIII. [Flye to her heart, houer about her heart]",1632,14,"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 love about her heart, Yea even into thy self transform her heart. Ah she must love, be sure thou have her heart, And I must die, if thou have not her heart. Thy bed (if thou rest well) must be her heart: He hath the best part sure that hath the heart: What have I not, if I have but her heart?" english/cottonch/Z200321785,10198,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687",1630.0,SONNET. [Why dost thou say thy Heart is gon],1660,14,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 plighted in the secret Groves, Our hearts were changed with equal flame: Say, Chloris then, how can it be? Couldst thou give me; or I give thee? No, no, our selves are still the same." english/woodford/Z300542175,213803,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700",1636.0,"SONNET. To the now M&superr;&supers;. M. W. under the feigned Name of Iärma, with the Parable of the Pilgrim.",1666,14,A Paraphrase upon the Canticles (1679),"&indent;In search of that fair Place, where Heav'n design'd,",y,,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 behind, Whose entrance was my Wandrings to Repent, She told me what Companions I should take, How Resolution and Humility, And Faith and Charity I should provide, If I a prosperous Journey hoped to make. But where dear Clelia do these Graces lie? Iärma has them all, make her your Guide." english/griffinb/Z200383308,896635,1500-1580 Tudor,English Poetry,"Griffin, Bartholomew, d. 1602",1602.0,SONNET. XXVI. [The sillie bird that hasts vnto the net],1632,14,"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, And finds her death, where was her most delight. The proud aspiring boy that needs would pry Into the secrets of the highest seat, Had some conceit to gain content thereby, Or else his folly sure was wondrous great. These did through folly perish all and die, And (though I know it) even so do I." english/ayresphi/Z300265590,916536,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"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.",1668,14,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 while, For 'this but Paint which you would swear does live. This serves to keep our Friend in Memory, Since Death hath robbed us of his better Part, And that he so might live as never to die, He drew himself too, but with different Art. Judge, which with greatest Life and Spirit looks, Borgianni's Painting, or Guarini's Books." english/edwards2/Z200344671,954281,1700-1749 Early Eighteenth-Century,English Poetry,"Edwards, Thomas, 1699-1757",1699.0,SONNET IX.,1729,14,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 and the Matron's name! In thee Religion, cheerful, and serene, Unsour'd by superstition, spleen, or pride, Through all the social offices of life, To shed its genuine influence was seen; This thy chief ornament, thy surest guide, This formed the Daughter, Parent, Friend, and Wife." english/ayresphi/Z300265650,676534,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"A Sonnet. Written by Sig. Fra. Gorgia, who was born as they were carrying his Mother to her Grave.",1668,14,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, And at her Sunset, mine began to rise. Wretch, how I quake to think on that sad Day! Which both for Life and Death at once made way; Being gave the Son, and Mother turned to Earth. Alas, I die! Not that Life hasts so fast, But that to me each Minute seems the last, For I, in Death's cold Arms, received my Birth." english/hannaypa/Z300385837,865255,1603-1660 Jacobean and Caroline,English Poetry,"Hannay, Patrick, d. 1629?",1629.0,Sonnet XVII.,1659,14,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: How that our souls so nearly sympathized, We oft did think and oft did dream the same, What one approved the other highly prized, What one disliked the others heart did blame. O how thy envy Fortune makes me wonder, Whom Love so joined, thou shouldst have kept asunder." english/ayresphi/Z300265614,892833,1660-1700 Restoration,English Poetry,"Ayres, Philip, 1638-1712",1638.0,"The RESOLUTION. A Sonnet of Petrarc, out of Italian.",1668,14,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 Ills might spy: Yet I retained them to my Grief, and Shame. Time was I might, and Time is still I may Direct my Steps in a securer way, And end this sad Infinity of Ill; Yet 'this not from thy Yoke, O Love, I part, But the Effects; I will reclaim my Heart: Vertue's no Chance, but is acquired by Skill."