 | 1846 - 436 sidor
...the bosom of the aerial dawn, Melts in dim haze each coarse, ungentle hue. A SONNET. — Wordsuxrrth. SCORN not the Sonnet ; critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honors ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's... | |
 | William Alfred Jones - 1847 - 352 sidor
...Wordsworth's at hand, at once the highest defence and purest eulogium upon sonnets and the writers of them ? Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honors ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1849 - 322 sidor
...series, presents to us, as it were a picturegallery of his predecessors in this walk of the art : — c Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 sidor
...me, 0 worthy, short-lived, Youth ! To think how much of this will be thy praise. PART II. Ь SCOHN not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 430 sidor
...opinion, Wordsworth's Sonnets, save one or two Odes, are worth all his other poems ; and he has said, " Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned , Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspere unlocked his heart ; the melody . Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's •wound ; A... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 484 sidor
...amongst those which are strictly personal — those to which the lines of Wordsworth apply : — " Scorn not the Sonnet : Critic, you have frowned Mindless of its just honors. With this key Shaltspeare unlocked his heart." The following exquisite lines are familiar to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 446 sidor
...amongst those which are strictly personal — those to which the lines of Wordsworth apply : — " Scorn not the Sonnet : Critic, you have frowned Mindless of its just honors. With this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart." The following exquisite lines are familiar to... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 sidor
...quiet scene ; The memory of what has been, And never more will be ! Sonnets. Scorn not the Sonnet. Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this... | |
 | 1854 - 456 sidor
...the bosom of the aerial dawn Melts in dim haze each coarse, ungentle hue. A SONNET.— Wordsworth. SCORN not the Sonnet; critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honors; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 sidor
...silent, weeping wife: " My gracious silence, hail ! Would'st thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd homo, That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah, my dear, Such...Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlock'd his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; * Table Talk, vol.... | |
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Scorn not the sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed... 
