Cover of A Calendar Of Sonnets

A Calendar Of Sonnets

Auhtor: Helen Hunt Jackson

Language: english
Published: 1886

Genres:

poetry,  audiobook
Downloads: 117
eBook size: 469Kb

Review by Dr. Bojan Tunguz, September 2007


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Calendar Of Sonnets':

A beautiful book of poem to match the Months and Seasons of the year.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Calendar Of Sonnets':


... A Calendar of Sons, by Helen Hunt Jackson. *****. Title: A Calendar of Sons. Author: Helen Hunt Jackson. Release Date: February, 2006 [EBook ...
... sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn. The bridges thou dost lay where men desire. In vain to build. O Heart, when Love's sun goes. To ...
... fill,. And willow stems grow daily red and bright. These are the days when ancients held a rite. Of expiation for the old year's ill,. And ...
... summer's joy to have and taste. Fit days, to give to last year's losses heed,. To reckon clear the new life's sterner need. Fit days, for Feast ...
... sleep through all the din, as sleeps a child. And he who watches well may well discern. Sweet expectation in each living thing. Like pregnant ...
... April's name did hide,. And leave it there, eternally allied. To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget. And when fair Aphrodite passed from ...
... Christ ascended, in the time of birth. Of spring anemones, in Palestine. May. O month when they who love must love and wed. Were one to ...
... blend,. And burst in one. it seems the earth can store. In all her roomy house no treasure more. Of all her wealth no farthing have to ...
... Joy of blossomed love, for thee. Seems it no fairer thing can yet have birth. No room is left for deeper ecstasy. Watch well if seeds grow ...
... abide. In vain the cruel skies their hot rays shed. The lily does not feel their brazen glare. In vain the pallid clouds refuse to share. Their ...
... summer seeks by blazonry. Of color to conceal her swift decrease. Weak subterfuge. Each mocking day doth fleece. A blossom, and lay bare ...
... which her regret. Can deck in splendid guise, their time to go. September. O golden month. How high thy gold is heaped. The yellow birch-leaves ...
... night-dews wait. Think, while thou sunnest thyself in Joy's estate,. Mayhap thou canst not ripen without frost. October. The month of carnival ...
... doth lay. Like jewels on her costliest array. October, scornful, burns them on a bier. The winter hoards his pearls of frost in sign. Of kingdom: ...
... air, as in a tingling wine. November. This is the treacherous month when autumn days. With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts. Beguiled, ...
... and slowly melt,. Too late to bid the violet live again. The treachery, at last, too late, is plain. Bare are the places where the sweet flowers ...
... hostile gently for their sakes. Who listened might reveal it by degrees. We gird against the cold of winter wind. Our loins now with mighty ...
... beautiful woman who could give him children. She fakes her death and goes to Canada where she is eventually found. The beginning was okay but the... >>read ...
... was she? The one-legged dancers. How one woman kept her husband. Esther Wynn's love-letters.Helen Hunt Jackson : Saxe Holms Stories1st. ser. Draxy ...
... to A.P. Sinnett. The letters were previously quoted in several theosophical books (e.g. The Occult World by Sinnett), but not published in... >>read more<