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Sonnet: “While yet these tears have power to flow” From the French by Louise Stuart Costello WHILE yet these tears have power to flow For hours for ever past away; While yet these swelling sighs allow My faltering voice to breathe a lay; While yet my hand can touch the chords, My tender... Poet: Louise Labé	Sonnet: “Yea, Love is strong as life” (Suggested by Mr. Watts’s Picture of Love and Death) YEA, Love is strong as life; he casts out fear, And wrath, and hate, and all our envious foes; He stands upon the threshold, quick to close The gate of happiness ere should appear Death’s dreaded... Poet: Lady Blanche Elizabeth Fitzroy Lindsay	Sonnet: “Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show” From “Astrophel and Stella” LOVING in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,— Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,— I sought... Poet: Sir Philip Sidney	The Sonnet What is a sonnet? ’T is the pearly shell That murmurs of the far-off murmuring sea; A precious jewel carved most curiously; It is a little picture painted well. What is a sonnet? ’T is the tear that fell From a great poet’s hidden ecstasy; A two-... Poet: Richard Watson Gilder
The Sonnet Scorn not the sonnet; critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honors; 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 Camoëns soothed an... Poet: William Wordsworth	Sonnet Composed upon Westminster Bridge, London, 1802 Earth has not anything to show more fair; Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie... Poet: William Wordsworth	Sonnet: “With how sad steps” From “Astrophel and Stella” WITH how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb’st the skies, How silently, and with how wan a face! What may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes... Poet: Sir Philip Sidney	Aspiration. Sonnet THE planted seed consigned to common earth, Disdains to moulder with the baser clay; But rises up to meet the light of day, Spreads all its leaves, and flowers, and tendrils forth; ... Poet:
Sonnet (Botta) Oh! in that better land to which I go, Say, shall I know thee as I know thee here; And will thy presence dim that glorious sphere, As it hath darkened all the earth below? Oh! will... Poet:	Sonnet II (Botta) Oh thou who once on earth, beneath the weight Of our mortality didst live and move, The incarnation of profoundest love; Who on the Cross that love didst consummate; Whose deep... Poet: