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The Sonneteer

Now listing 34 sonnets

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A Sonnet is a moment's monument, —

Dante Gabriel Rossetti, A Sonnet is a moment's monument

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still

William Butler Yeats, Leda and the Swan (September 1923)

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme

Gerard Manley Hopkins, As kingfishers catch fire

Da stieg ein Baum. O reine Übersteigung!

Rainer Marie Rilke, Das I. Sonett (1922)

Earth has not anything to show more fair

William Wordsworth, Composed Upon Westminster Bridge (Sept. 3, 1802)

He would have said, and could himself believe

Robert Frost, “Never again would birds' song be the same”

How many bards gild the lapses of time!

John Keats, “How many bards gild the lapses of time”

I met a traveller from an antique land

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias (1817)

If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd

John Keats, “If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd”

In the long, sleepless watches of the night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Cross of Snow

It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind

Leigh Hunt, On receiving a crown of ivy from John Keats

La nature est un temple où de vivants piliers

Charles Baudelaire, Correspondences

Las traslúcidas manos del judío

Jorge Luis Borges, Spinoza

Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine

Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella III

Most serious readers of poetry carry around a set of templates in their brains—prototypes

Brad Leithauser, “Templates in the Brain”

My dearest dust, could not thy hasty day

Lady Catherine Dyer, Elegy for Sir William Dyer (1641)

Natur und Kunst sie scheinen sich zu fliehen

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, “Natur und Kunst sie scheinen sich zu fliehen” (1802)

No moon now blushes on the enamoured sight

Caroline Symmons, To Her Young Friend (ca. 1800)

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White (ca. 1849)

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room

William Wordsworth, “Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room”

O Earth lie heavily upon her eyes

Christina Rossetti, Rest

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.

George Meredith, Lucifer in Starlight

One day I wrote her name upon the strand

Edmund Spenser, Amoretti LXXV

Si el sueño fuera (como dicen) una

Jorge Luis Borges, El Sueño

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part

Michael Drayton, “Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part”

Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight

Sir Thomas Wyatt, Sonnet XV

Straight remnant of the spiry birchen bough

William Beckford, Elegiac Sonnet to a Mopstick

The Sonnet is a world, where feelings caught

John Addington Symonds, The Sonnet (III)

The sonnet is a form of poetry

The Sonneteer, Sonnet Machine (2003)

These strewn thoughts, by the mountain pathway sprung

George Santayana, “These strewn thoughts, by the mountain pathway sprung”

Three things there be that prosper up apace

Sir Walter Raleigh, Sir Walter Raleigh to His Son

Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea

Thomas Hardy, At a Lunar Eclipse

What are we first? First, animals; and next

George Meredith, Modern Love XXX

When I consider how my light is spent

John Milton, On his blindness

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