https://sonett.fontane-place.de/ Sat, 27 Jun 2026 09:19:26 +0000 MyBB https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23364 Sun, 22 Nov 2015 03:41:57 +0100 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23364 TO MR. BUTT.


ISAAC, the generous heart conceives no ill
From frank repulse. The marriage-suit denied
Turns love to hatred only where 'tis Pride,
Not true Love, woos : Love holds her lovely still,

Let sharp Remembrance bring what stings it will ;
And when he sees her children by her side,
For her, for them, for him with them allied,
Blessings and prayers the manly breast will fill.

Lovely she stands, though she has said thee nay,
And sad expectance clothes her brow in gloom,
While guardians tyrannous withhold her dower ;

Now shows the soul'd magnanimous assay,
And when her day in that High Court shall come,
Plead in your old love's cause with double power.]]> TO MR. BUTT.


ISAAC, the generous heart conceives no ill
From frank repulse. The marriage-suit denied
Turns love to hatred only where 'tis Pride,
Not true Love, woos : Love holds her lovely still,

Let sharp Remembrance bring what stings it will ;
And when he sees her children by her side,
For her, for them, for him with them allied,
Blessings and prayers the manly breast will fill.

Lovely she stands, though she has said thee nay,
And sad expectance clothes her brow in gloom,
While guardians tyrannous withhold her dower ;

Now shows the soul'd magnanimous assay,
And when her day in that High Court shall come,
Plead in your old love's cause with double power.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20344 Wed, 02 May 2012 21:05:28 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20344 1845 - 1918 Großbritannien / Australien


The New Year

With supple boughs and new-born leaflets crowned,
Rejoicing in fresh verdure stands the tree,
Though weather-scarred and scooped by fire may be
Its ancient trunk. So may our lives be found
(God leaving still our roots within His ground.)
Where gaps of loss and waste show brokenly
May each new year that comes to greet us see
Branches, and foliage, and flowers abound.
Where Fortune, spoiling wayfarer, hath left
Unsightly rents, may garlands spring apace.
And if, perchance, some pitiless wind hath reft
Away what newer green shall ne'er replace,
May heaven-light come the closer for the cleft
O'er which no tender fronds shall interlace.]]> 1845 - 1918 Großbritannien / Australien


The New Year

With supple boughs and new-born leaflets crowned,
Rejoicing in fresh verdure stands the tree,
Though weather-scarred and scooped by fire may be
Its ancient trunk. So may our lives be found
(God leaving still our roots within His ground.)
Where gaps of loss and waste show brokenly
May each new year that comes to greet us see
Branches, and foliage, and flowers abound.
Where Fortune, spoiling wayfarer, hath left
Unsightly rents, may garlands spring apace.
And if, perchance, some pitiless wind hath reft
Away what newer green shall ne'er replace,
May heaven-light come the closer for the cleft
O'er which no tender fronds shall interlace.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20343 Wed, 02 May 2012 21:03:25 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20343 1845 - 1918 Großbritannien / Australien


Christmas Day.

O happy day, with seven-fold blessings set
Amid thy hallowed hours - the memories dear
Of childhood's holidays - and household cheer,
When friends and kin in loving circle met -
And youth's glad gatherings, where the sands were wet
By waves that hurt not, whilst the great cliffs near
With storms erewhile acquaint, gave echo clear
Of voices gay and laughter gayer yet.
And graver thoughts and holier arise
Of how, 'twixt that first eve and dawn of thine,
The Star ascended which hath lit our skies
More than the sun himself; and 'mid the kine
The Child was born whom shepherds, and the wise;
Who came from far, and angels, called Divine.]]> 1845 - 1918 Großbritannien / Australien


Christmas Day.

O happy day, with seven-fold blessings set
Amid thy hallowed hours - the memories dear
Of childhood's holidays - and household cheer,
When friends and kin in loving circle met -
And youth's glad gatherings, where the sands were wet
By waves that hurt not, whilst the great cliffs near
With storms erewhile acquaint, gave echo clear
Of voices gay and laughter gayer yet.
And graver thoughts and holier arise
Of how, 'twixt that first eve and dawn of thine,
The Star ascended which hath lit our skies
More than the sun himself; and 'mid the kine
The Child was born whom shepherds, and the wise;
Who came from far, and angels, called Divine.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20342 Wed, 02 May 2012 20:55:47 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20342 1786 – 1846 Großbritannien / Australien


Sonnet On Affixing A Tablet
To The Memory Of Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks
Against The Rock Of Their First Landing In Botany Bay


I HAVE been musing what our Banks had said
And Cook, had they had second sight, that here
(Where fifty years ago the first they were
Of voyagers, whose feet did ever tread
These savage shores) - that here on this south head
Should stand an English farm-hut; and that there
On yon north shore, a barrack tow'r should peer;
Still more had they this simple Tablet read,
Erected by their own compatriots born
Colonists here of a discordant state,
Yet big with virtues (though the flow'ry name
Which Science left it, has become a scorn
And hissing to the nations), if our Great
Be Wise and Good. So fairest Rome became!]]> 1786 – 1846 Großbritannien / Australien


Sonnet On Affixing A Tablet
To The Memory Of Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks
Against The Rock Of Their First Landing In Botany Bay


I HAVE been musing what our Banks had said
And Cook, had they had second sight, that here
(Where fifty years ago the first they were
Of voyagers, whose feet did ever tread
These savage shores) - that here on this south head
Should stand an English farm-hut; and that there
On yon north shore, a barrack tow'r should peer;
Still more had they this simple Tablet read,
Erected by their own compatriots born
Colonists here of a discordant state,
Yet big with virtues (though the flow'ry name
Which Science left it, has become a scorn
And hissing to the nations), if our Great
Be Wise and Good. So fairest Rome became!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20341 Wed, 02 May 2012 20:52:55 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20341 1786 – 1846 Großbritannien / Australien


Sonnet,
On Visiting The Spot Where Captain Cook
And Sir Joseph Banks First Landed In Botany Bay


HERE fix the tablet. This must be the place
Where our Columbus of the South did land;
He saw the Indian village on that sand,
And on this rock first met the simple race
Of Australasia, who presum'd to face
With lance and spear his musquet. Close at hand
Is the clear stream, from which his vent'rous band
Refresh'd their ship; and thence a little space
Lies Sutherland, their shipmate; for the sound
Of Christian burial better did proclaim
Possession, than the flag, in England's name.
These were the commelinae Banks first found;
But where's the tree with the ship's wood-carv'd fame ?

Fix then th' Ephesian brass. 'Tis classic ground.]]> 1786 – 1846 Großbritannien / Australien


Sonnet,
On Visiting The Spot Where Captain Cook
And Sir Joseph Banks First Landed In Botany Bay


HERE fix the tablet. This must be the place
Where our Columbus of the South did land;
He saw the Indian village on that sand,
And on this rock first met the simple race
Of Australasia, who presum'd to face
With lance and spear his musquet. Close at hand
Is the clear stream, from which his vent'rous band
Refresh'd their ship; and thence a little space
Lies Sutherland, their shipmate; for the sound
Of Christian burial better did proclaim
Possession, than the flag, in England's name.
These were the commelinae Banks first found;
But where's the tree with the ship's wood-carv'd fame ?

Fix then th' Ephesian brass. 'Tis classic ground.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20223 Sun, 22 Apr 2012 10:22:01 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20223 1868 - 1946 Australien


Love's Exclusiveness


O little heart! the honey in thy cells
Is all for one; the house is far too small
To banquet more than her; 'tis not for all.
In dainty plentitude thy sweetness swells,
One pair of lips shall find it where it wells;
And if, anon, there ooze beyond the wall
A tiny drop on which the hungry fall
Like greedy ants, one hath the secret dells.
O little heart, what are the big world's woes,
To wide world's needs? Do lovers know or care?
Not more than cares yon ploughman, as he goes
Home through the starlight, how those beings fare
Who, mad with terror in a world afar
Down gulfs of space, fall with their falling star.]]> 1868 - 1946 Australien


Love's Exclusiveness


O little heart! the honey in thy cells
Is all for one; the house is far too small
To banquet more than her; 'tis not for all.
In dainty plentitude thy sweetness swells,
One pair of lips shall find it where it wells;
And if, anon, there ooze beyond the wall
A tiny drop on which the hungry fall
Like greedy ants, one hath the secret dells.
O little heart, what are the big world's woes,
To wide world's needs? Do lovers know or care?
Not more than cares yon ploughman, as he goes
Home through the starlight, how those beings fare
Who, mad with terror in a world afar
Down gulfs of space, fall with their falling star.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19847 Fri, 07 Jan 2011 15:34:10 +0100 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19847 William Fowler
1560 - 1612


Upon the utmost corners of the warld
And on the borders of this massive round,
Quhaire fates and fortoune hither hes me harld,
I doe deplore my greiffs upon this ground,
And seing roring seis from roks rebound
By ebbs and streames of contrair routing tyds
And Phebus chariot in there waves ly dround,
Quha equallye now night and day devyds,
I cal to mynde the storms my thoughts abyds,
Which ever wax and never dois decress,
For nights of dole dayes joys ay ever hyds
And in there vayle doith al my weill suppress:
So this I sie; quhaire ever I remove,
I chainge bot sees, but can not chainge my love.]]> William Fowler
1560 - 1612


Upon the utmost corners of the warld
And on the borders of this massive round,
Quhaire fates and fortoune hither hes me harld,
I doe deplore my greiffs upon this ground,
And seing roring seis from roks rebound
By ebbs and streames of contrair routing tyds
And Phebus chariot in there waves ly dround,
Quha equallye now night and day devyds,
I cal to mynde the storms my thoughts abyds,
Which ever wax and never dois decress,
For nights of dole dayes joys ay ever hyds
And in there vayle doith al my weill suppress:
So this I sie; quhaire ever I remove,
I chainge bot sees, but can not chainge my love.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19846 Fri, 07 Jan 2011 15:26:41 +0100 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19846 William Fowler
1560 - 1612

Even as the foolish fliee, quhase custome is
By flams to fyre her wings and lyfe to lose,
Dothe fondlye flie to her conceated bliss
And purches deathe in place of her repose,
So in beholding thee, my fragant rose,
Thy sweit aspect hethe quikned up desyre,
Which of my ruiyne doth the cause disclose
And forceth me for to refanne my fyre;
So that in this for quhilk we bothe aspyre,
We equall doole and disadvantage prove;
With lyke effects of our imagind hyre
We lose our lyfe and onlye bot by love.
Disequall yet in this ar thou and I;
Thou quicklyee dees, I deing never die.]]> William Fowler
1560 - 1612

Even as the foolish fliee, quhase custome is
By flams to fyre her wings and lyfe to lose,
Dothe fondlye flie to her conceated bliss
And purches deathe in place of her repose,
So in beholding thee, my fragant rose,
Thy sweit aspect hethe quikned up desyre,
Which of my ruiyne doth the cause disclose
And forceth me for to refanne my fyre;
So that in this for quhilk we bothe aspyre,
We equall doole and disadvantage prove;
With lyke effects of our imagind hyre
We lose our lyfe and onlye bot by love.
Disequall yet in this ar thou and I;
Thou quicklyee dees, I deing never die.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19845 Fri, 07 Jan 2011 15:18:54 +0100 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19845 William Fowler
1560 - 1612


O nights, nights bot ay a daylye payne!
O dayes, no dayes bot cluddie nights obscure!
O lyfe most lothd, transchangd in deathe againe!
O doole, no doole but certain deathe and suire!
O harte, no harte bot rok and marble dure
Quhair waves of woe with tempest stryketh soare!
O eyes, which ay against my harte conteure!
O teares, no teares bot of salt streames the store!
O heavens, no heavens bot cahos of disglore!
O godds, the guyders of my best hard happ!
O dame, quho dothe depress all reuthe and smore!
O nights, day, lyfe, o doole of deathe the trapp,
O harte, o eyes, o teares, o godds and dame,
Quhen sal her frosts be warmed be my flame?]]> William Fowler
1560 - 1612


O nights, nights bot ay a daylye payne!
O dayes, no dayes bot cluddie nights obscure!
O lyfe most lothd, transchangd in deathe againe!
O doole, no doole but certain deathe and suire!
O harte, no harte bot rok and marble dure
Quhair waves of woe with tempest stryketh soare!
O eyes, which ay against my harte conteure!
O teares, no teares bot of salt streames the store!
O heavens, no heavens bot cahos of disglore!
O godds, the guyders of my best hard happ!
O dame, quho dothe depress all reuthe and smore!
O nights, day, lyfe, o doole of deathe the trapp,
O harte, o eyes, o teares, o godds and dame,
Quhen sal her frosts be warmed be my flame?]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19844 Fri, 07 Jan 2011 15:00:48 +0100 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19844 William Fowler
1560 - 1612


I walk within this wood to vent my woes,
Remembring all my greiffs and endles grones,
Whils growing joyes deip ad conceates orgoes
And loades my hart with love and mynde with mones;

The playsant singing birds my plaints expones;
My teares from springs and wells semes to discend;
Yea, baith the highest hills and hardest stones,
Gif eare they have, a eare to me extend.

Then att the aecks and allers that perpend
My plaints I speire, quhat way will they me feid,
If for to stey with theme I condiscend:
"On grene," say they, "for grene dois hope ay breid,

Which fedethe wrachles as by proofe they prove
And brings disparing saules some ease in love."]]> William Fowler
1560 - 1612


I walk within this wood to vent my woes,
Remembring all my greiffs and endles grones,
Whils growing joyes deip ad conceates orgoes
And loades my hart with love and mynde with mones;

The playsant singing birds my plaints expones;
My teares from springs and wells semes to discend;
Yea, baith the highest hills and hardest stones,
Gif eare they have, a eare to me extend.

Then att the aecks and allers that perpend
My plaints I speire, quhat way will they me feid,
If for to stey with theme I condiscend:
"On grene," say they, "for grene dois hope ay breid,

Which fedethe wrachles as by proofe they prove
And brings disparing saules some ease in love."]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19843 Mon, 03 Jan 2011 16:55:55 +0100 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=19843 William Fowler
1560 - 1612

The day is done, the sunn dothe ells declyne,
Night now approaches and the moone appeares,
The twinkling starrs in firmament dois schyne,
Decoring with the poolle there circled spheres;

The birds to nest, wyld beasts to denns reteirs,
The moving leafes unmoved now repose,
Dew dropps dois fall, the portraicts of my teares,
The waves within the seas theme calmlye close:

To all things nature ordour dois impose
Bot not to love that proudlye doith me thrall,
Quha all the dayes and night, but chainge or choyse,
Steirs up the coales of fyre unto my fall

And sawes his breirs and thornes within my hart,
The fruits quhairoff ar duble greiff, grones and smart.]]> William Fowler
1560 - 1612

The day is done, the sunn dothe ells declyne,
Night now approaches and the moone appeares,
The twinkling starrs in firmament dois schyne,
Decoring with the poolle there circled spheres;

The birds to nest, wyld beasts to denns reteirs,
The moving leafes unmoved now repose,
Dew dropps dois fall, the portraicts of my teares,
The waves within the seas theme calmlye close:

To all things nature ordour dois impose
Bot not to love that proudlye doith me thrall,
Quha all the dayes and night, but chainge or choyse,
Steirs up the coales of fyre unto my fall

And sawes his breirs and thornes within my hart,
The fruits quhairoff ar duble greiff, grones and smart.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17263 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 17:25:37 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17263 And scarce a purple aster paints the glade;
Yet, cease awhile, ye ruffling winds! to rend
This variegated canopy of shade.

Here, autumn's touch the rich dark grown bestows,
There, mixed with paler leaves of yellow hue,
The shining holly's scarlet fruitage glows,
And crimson berries stud the deep-green yew.

Thou radiant orb! whose mild declining ray
Now gilds with gayer tinge this loved retreat,
Yet, lingering, still prolong the golden day. -

How vain the wish! no more thy glories meet
My dazzled eye; but from the lakes arise
Blue mists, and twilight gray involves the blushing skies.]]> And scarce a purple aster paints the glade;
Yet, cease awhile, ye ruffling winds! to rend
This variegated canopy of shade.

Here, autumn's touch the rich dark grown bestows,
There, mixed with paler leaves of yellow hue,
The shining holly's scarlet fruitage glows,
And crimson berries stud the deep-green yew.

Thou radiant orb! whose mild declining ray
Now gilds with gayer tinge this loved retreat,
Yet, lingering, still prolong the golden day. -

How vain the wish! no more thy glories meet
My dazzled eye; but from the lakes arise
Blue mists, and twilight gray involves the blushing skies.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17143 Mon, 23 Jul 2007 12:48:30 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17143
When I shall die--and be it late or soon--
Let merciful memories be my only shroud.
Think me a light veiled in a morning cloud;
Living to knowledge,--like a finished moon,
Though nothing here, to other lands a boon:
Nor let my death give triumph to the proud,
By your weak tears: be happy with the crowd,
Who, spite of woe, are seldom out of tune.
Wise in the common instinct, be ye glad:
There's some redemption in the doom of death
That cuts us from new sins--sweet mercy's plan.
Yet, if for me you be sincerely sad,
Do this sweet homage to my valued breath--
Ease the sad burden of some living man!]]>
When I shall die--and be it late or soon--
Let merciful memories be my only shroud.
Think me a light veiled in a morning cloud;
Living to knowledge,--like a finished moon,
Though nothing here, to other lands a boon:
Nor let my death give triumph to the proud,
By your weak tears: be happy with the crowd,
Who, spite of woe, are seldom out of tune.
Wise in the common instinct, be ye glad:
There's some redemption in the doom of death
That cuts us from new sins--sweet mercy's plan.
Yet, if for me you be sincerely sad,
Do this sweet homage to my valued breath--
Ease the sad burden of some living man!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17141 Mon, 23 Jul 2007 12:46:09 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17141
Within the still, white room that gave me birth,
My body bloomed, the counterpart of two
Who bore me; but alone, across the earth,
Miles from that place, the heart they never knew
By wise moon fairies on a far high hill
Was being woven out of threads of mist;
Its fragile beauty was a thing more still
Than any lake the wind has ever kissed.
And I have borne it secretly within,
A shy soft wonder sleeping at my breast;
And such has been dissemblance I could win
That even those who bore me have not guessed,
When misty moonlight blows from tree to tree,
How near they are at last to finding me.]]>
Within the still, white room that gave me birth,
My body bloomed, the counterpart of two
Who bore me; but alone, across the earth,
Miles from that place, the heart they never knew
By wise moon fairies on a far high hill
Was being woven out of threads of mist;
Its fragile beauty was a thing more still
Than any lake the wind has ever kissed.
And I have borne it secretly within,
A shy soft wonder sleeping at my breast;
And such has been dissemblance I could win
That even those who bore me have not guessed,
When misty moonlight blows from tree to tree,
How near they are at last to finding me.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17139 Mon, 23 Jul 2007 11:25:16 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17139
´T would seem the Fairies, to exite surprise
Among us mortals, had endowed Adele
With baby-sprites that frolicked in her eyes,
As erst they did upon some lily-bell:

So gay and arch the lovely maiden seems,
My heart recalls the creature of its dreams
In days that now are past, - the long-ago,
When in my sleep I saw her, graceful, play

Among the violets and roses gay,
In flowerey vales where now the thristless grow.
The beauty of my dreams has come again,

And Joy is ringing out pale Sorrow’s knell, -
The chimes are echoed in this simple strain;
Wilt thou accept it, beautiful Adele?]]>
´T would seem the Fairies, to exite surprise
Among us mortals, had endowed Adele
With baby-sprites that frolicked in her eyes,
As erst they did upon some lily-bell:

So gay and arch the lovely maiden seems,
My heart recalls the creature of its dreams
In days that now are past, - the long-ago,
When in my sleep I saw her, graceful, play

Among the violets and roses gay,
In flowerey vales where now the thristless grow.
The beauty of my dreams has come again,

And Joy is ringing out pale Sorrow’s knell, -
The chimes are echoed in this simple strain;
Wilt thou accept it, beautiful Adele?]]>