Sonnets
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Say not that always on immortal things Did the old Greeks their lyric thoughts bestow ; Not always from his fountain's highest flow Called they the steed with cloud-surpassing wings. But the sweet voice of Heliconian springs Came leaping to their hearts in plains below ; Under some oak : and they the Gods let go ; Hymning his shade to their memorial strings. Few are they now on the impatient earth, Those harborous giants, sons of many days ; For time bears hardly on heroic birth ; Bringing vile... use to eke his cold decays : Or hurls them down for winter's boisterous mirth ; But birds and poets still find some to praise.
XXVII.
NEW YEAR'S DAY.
It is a misty morning, that may turn To tears or sunshine ; I see nothing now, But great trees looming dim, with quiet bough, Over the shadowy deer that cross the fern.
All things seem vague as an oracle, Old Urn, Wreck of the augurial Tuscan ; ay, e'en thou Hast on thy gloomy side figures enow, Whose dark ideal sense we scarce discern.
And as I scan them, near the frosty glass, Whose marks seem like a web, to some near thorn, Or arbutus, or laurel, loosely spun ; My thoughts, quick rising, to the future pass ; For, out the stillness of this wintry morn, A New Year hath its solemn march begun.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Say not that always on immortal things Did the old Greeks their lyric thoughts bestow ; Not always from his fountain's highest flow Called they the steed with cloud-surpassing wings. But the sweet voice of Heliconian springs Came leaping to their hearts in plains below ; Under some oak : and they the Gods let go ; Hymning his shade to their memorial strings. Few are they now on the impatient earth, Those harborous giants, sons of many days ; For time bears hardly on heroic birth ; Bringing vile... use to eke his cold decays : Or hurls them down for winter's boisterous mirth ; But birds and poets still find some to praise.
XXVII.
NEW YEAR'S DAY.
It is a misty morning, that may turn To tears or sunshine ; I see nothing now, But great trees looming dim, with quiet bough, Over the shadowy deer that cross the fern.
All things seem vague as an oracle, Old Urn, Wreck of the augurial Tuscan ; ay, e'en thou Hast on thy gloomy side figures enow, Whose dark ideal sense we scarce discern.
And as I scan them, near the frosty glass, Whose marks seem like a web, to some near thorn, Or arbutus, or laurel, loosely spun ; My thoughts, quick rising, to the future pass ; For, out the stillness of this wintry morn, A New Year hath its solemn march begun.
What to read after Sonnets?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by John Hanmer Hanmer to read onlineMoreLess
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