https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/ Fri, 17 Apr 2026 18:13:50 +0000 MyBB https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20222 Sun, 22 Apr 2012 08:06:12 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20222 Leon Joseph Villiers
1872 - 1917 Australien


June

Once Beauty sought to be estranged from Love,
And June was called as handmaid of her mood.
A vestal she whose presence is imbued
With outward cold; but when through plains she'd rove,
Or on the heights a snowy garment wove,
A subtle solace in the quietude
Of voiceless living would unseen intrude
And wintry nascence stir in every grove.
Boronia-floods, warm-scented, rose for her;
And, when on the hills of early green she hid,
Pure Frost his gems of glory for her bore
And firstling wattle was Spring's harbinger.
Then Beauty, standing broidered heaths amid,
Said, "Loe is Life; I am estranged no more!"]]> Leon Joseph Villiers
1872 - 1917 Australien


June

Once Beauty sought to be estranged from Love,
And June was called as handmaid of her mood.
A vestal she whose presence is imbued
With outward cold; but when through plains she'd rove,
Or on the heights a snowy garment wove,
A subtle solace in the quietude
Of voiceless living would unseen intrude
And wintry nascence stir in every grove.
Boronia-floods, warm-scented, rose for her;
And, when on the hills of early green she hid,
Pure Frost his gems of glory for her bore
And firstling wattle was Spring's harbinger.
Then Beauty, standing broidered heaths amid,
Said, "Loe is Life; I am estranged no more!"]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20221 Sun, 22 Apr 2012 07:54:54 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20221 Leon Joseph Villiers
1872 - 1917 Australien


March

This month is just the moral uv a tart
That kim up to the station I wus at;
A boshter tabby, not too thin ner fat,
En watto fer a hottie - ut the start.
She didn't kid yer long 'er bloomin' dart
Ud git yer goin' till yer 'ad a rat,
En then she'd sane yer wif - "Ring orf o' that;
Yer ain't got Buckley's fur me 'and en 'eart!
That's March's way; it gets the break uv 'eat
Like kliner's kisses w'en yer 'oldin' on
Erbout the finish uv a smoodin'-meet;
Then, 'fore it's over, w'ere the sunblaze shone
Down Hugie pours, en Summer's limp en beat
Un takes the offis straight it mus' be gone.]]> Leon Joseph Villiers
1872 - 1917 Australien


March

This month is just the moral uv a tart
That kim up to the station I wus at;
A boshter tabby, not too thin ner fat,
En watto fer a hottie - ut the start.
She didn't kid yer long 'er bloomin' dart
Ud git yer goin' till yer 'ad a rat,
En then she'd sane yer wif - "Ring orf o' that;
Yer ain't got Buckley's fur me 'and en 'eart!
That's March's way; it gets the break uv 'eat
Like kliner's kisses w'en yer 'oldin' on
Erbout the finish uv a smoodin'-meet;
Then, 'fore it's over, w'ere the sunblaze shone
Down Hugie pours, en Summer's limp en beat
Un takes the offis straight it mus' be gone.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20149 Thu, 20 Oct 2011 15:14:11 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20149 1556 - 1588


The hevens, death, and life have conjured my yll:
For death hath take away the breath of my sonne:
The hevens receve, and consent, that he hath donne:h
And my life dooth keepe mee heere against my will.

But if our life be caus'de with moisture and heate,
I care neither for the death, the life, nor skyes:
For I'll sigh him warmth, and weat him with my eies:
(And thus I shall be thought a second Promëti)

And as for life, let it do me all despite:
For if it leave me, I shall goe to my childe:
And it in the hevens, there is all my delyght.
And if I live, my vertue is immortall.

"So that the hevens, death and life, when they doo all
"Their force: by sorrowfull vertue th'are beguild.]]> 1556 - 1588


The hevens, death, and life have conjured my yll:
For death hath take away the breath of my sonne:
The hevens receve, and consent, that he hath donne:h
And my life dooth keepe mee heere against my will.

But if our life be caus'de with moisture and heate,
I care neither for the death, the life, nor skyes:
For I'll sigh him warmth, and weat him with my eies:
(And thus I shall be thought a second Promëti)

And as for life, let it do me all despite:
For if it leave me, I shall goe to my childe:
And it in the hevens, there is all my delyght.
And if I live, my vertue is immortall.

"So that the hevens, death and life, when they doo all
"Their force: by sorrowfull vertue th'are beguild.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20148 Thu, 20 Oct 2011 15:12:11 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20148 1556 - 1588


In dolefull wayes I spend the wealth of my time:
Feeding on my heart, that ever comes agen.
Since the ordinaunce, of the Destin's, hath ben,
To end of the Saissons, of my yeeres the prime

With my Sonne, my Gold, my Nightingale, and Rose,
Is gone: for t'twas in him and no other where:
And well though mine eies run downe like fountaines here
The stone wil not speak yet, that doth it inclose.

And Destins, and Gods, you might rather have tanne,
My twentie yeeres: then the two daies of my sonne.
And of this world what shall I hope, since I knoe,
That in his respect, it can yeeld but mosse:

Or what should I consume any more in woe,
When Destins, Gods, and worlds, are all in my losse.]]> 1556 - 1588


In dolefull wayes I spend the wealth of my time:
Feeding on my heart, that ever comes agen.
Since the ordinaunce, of the Destin's, hath ben,
To end of the Saissons, of my yeeres the prime

With my Sonne, my Gold, my Nightingale, and Rose,
Is gone: for t'twas in him and no other where:
And well though mine eies run downe like fountaines here
The stone wil not speak yet, that doth it inclose.

And Destins, and Gods, you might rather have tanne,
My twentie yeeres: then the two daies of my sonne.
And of this world what shall I hope, since I knoe,
That in his respect, it can yeeld but mosse:

Or what should I consume any more in woe,
When Destins, Gods, and worlds, are all in my losse.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20147 Thu, 20 Oct 2011 15:11:20 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20147 1556 - 1588

Had with the moorning the Gods left their willes undone
They had not so soone herited such a soule:
Or if the mouth, tyme did not glotton up all.
Nor I, nor the world, were depriv'd of my Sonne,

Whose brest Venus, with a face dolefull and milde,
Doth washe with golden teares, inveying the skies
And when the water of the Goddesses eyes,
Makes almost, alive, the Marble, of my Childe:

One byds her leave styll, her dollor so extreme,
Telling her it is not, her young sonne Papheme,
To which she makes aunswer with a voice inflamed
(Feeling therewith her venime, to be more bitter)

As I was of Cupid, even so of it mother
"And a womans last chylde, is the most beloved"]]> 1556 - 1588

Had with the moorning the Gods left their willes undone
They had not so soone herited such a soule:
Or if the mouth, tyme did not glotton up all.
Nor I, nor the world, were depriv'd of my Sonne,

Whose brest Venus, with a face dolefull and milde,
Doth washe with golden teares, inveying the skies
And when the water of the Goddesses eyes,
Makes almost, alive, the Marble, of my Childe:

One byds her leave styll, her dollor so extreme,
Telling her it is not, her young sonne Papheme,
To which she makes aunswer with a voice inflamed
(Feeling therewith her venime, to be more bitter)

As I was of Cupid, even so of it mother
"And a womans last chylde, is the most beloved"]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=19932 Mon, 17 Jan 2011 16:59:38 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=19932 Edward de Vere
Earl of Oxford
1550 - 1604


LOVE THY CHOICE


Who taught thee first to sigh, alas, my heart?
Who taught thy tongue the woeful words of plaint?
Who filled your eyes with tears of bitter smart?
Who gave thee grief and made thy joys to faint?
Who first did paint with colors pale thy face?
Who first did break thy sleeps of quiet rest?
Above the rest in court who gave thee grace?
Who made thee strive in honour to be best?
In constant truth to bide so firm and sure,
To scorn the world regarding but thy friends?
With patient mind each passion to endure,
In one desire to settle to the end?
Love then thy choice wherein such choice thou bind,
As nought but death may ever change thy mind]]> Edward de Vere
Earl of Oxford
1550 - 1604


LOVE THY CHOICE


Who taught thee first to sigh, alas, my heart?
Who taught thy tongue the woeful words of plaint?
Who filled your eyes with tears of bitter smart?
Who gave thee grief and made thy joys to faint?
Who first did paint with colors pale thy face?
Who first did break thy sleeps of quiet rest?
Above the rest in court who gave thee grace?
Who made thee strive in honour to be best?
In constant truth to bide so firm and sure,
To scorn the world regarding but thy friends?
With patient mind each passion to endure,
In one desire to settle to the end?
Love then thy choice wherein such choice thou bind,
As nought but death may ever change thy mind]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=18187 Fri, 30 Apr 2010 16:13:08 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=18187 Dora Wilcox
1873 - 1953 NZ / AU


The Test

Art is immortal; beauty never dies,
Lurking in secret places wild and coy;
But what man made man may again destroy
In a little moment. Now that pleasure flies
And the house of pride we built in ashes lies,
And all the pageantry and all the joy
Of wealth and leisure are but as a toy
Stamped underfoot and broken before our eyes -
Then wakes the soul of England vigorous still,
Rising above the ruin on sure wings,
And by her gifts we know her; fortitude,
The courage that is cheerful and the will
To high adventure; and those lovelier things,
Sacrifice and a quickened brotherhood.]]> Dora Wilcox
1873 - 1953 NZ / AU


The Test

Art is immortal; beauty never dies,
Lurking in secret places wild and coy;
But what man made man may again destroy
In a little moment. Now that pleasure flies
And the house of pride we built in ashes lies,
And all the pageantry and all the joy
Of wealth and leisure are but as a toy
Stamped underfoot and broken before our eyes -
Then wakes the soul of England vigorous still,
Rising above the ruin on sure wings,
And by her gifts we know her; fortitude,
The courage that is cheerful and the will
To high adventure; and those lovelier things,
Sacrifice and a quickened brotherhood.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17497 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 13:27:54 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17497
HEED not a world that neither thee can keep,
Nor vestige of thee, whatsoe'er thy lot
Of thee or thine, nor mark when thou art not,
No more ! engulfed within the sounding deep,
Faint and more faint the billowy circles sweep,
And trembling own the shock ; then 'tis forgot :
The leaf's still image anchors on the spot,
The wave is in its noonday couch asleep.
We marked the eddying whirlpools close around
Where he had been ; but who the path profound
What thought can follow 'neath the watery floor,
'Mid sights of strangeness and untravelled caves,
Ocean's wild deeps of ever-moving waves,
A boundless, new horizon spreading o'er ?]]>
HEED not a world that neither thee can keep,
Nor vestige of thee, whatsoe'er thy lot
Of thee or thine, nor mark when thou art not,
No more ! engulfed within the sounding deep,
Faint and more faint the billowy circles sweep,
And trembling own the shock ; then 'tis forgot :
The leaf's still image anchors on the spot,
The wave is in its noonday couch asleep.
We marked the eddying whirlpools close around
Where he had been ; but who the path profound
What thought can follow 'neath the watery floor,
'Mid sights of strangeness and untravelled caves,
Ocean's wild deeps of ever-moving waves,
A boundless, new horizon spreading o'er ?]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17496 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 13:25:22 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17496 With arduous flame disputes the doubtful night,
And can with its involuntary light
But lifeless things that near it stand illume ;
Yet all the while it doth itself consume,
And ere the sun hath reached his morning height
With courier beams that greet the shepherd's sight,
There where its life arose must be its tomb :
So wastes my life away. Perforce confined
To common things, a limit to its sphere,
It gleams on worthless trifles undesigned
With fainter ray each hour imprisoned here.
Alas to know that the consuming mind
Must leave its lamp cold ere the sun appear !]]> With arduous flame disputes the doubtful night,
And can with its involuntary light
But lifeless things that near it stand illume ;
Yet all the while it doth itself consume,
And ere the sun hath reached his morning height
With courier beams that greet the shepherd's sight,
There where its life arose must be its tomb :
So wastes my life away. Perforce confined
To common things, a limit to its sphere,
It gleams on worthless trifles undesigned
With fainter ray each hour imprisoned here.
Alas to know that the consuming mind
Must leave its lamp cold ere the sun appear !]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17495 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 13:23:14 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17495 AN OLD MAN JET. 50.

AGES have rolled within my breast, though yet
Not nigh the bourn to fleeting man assigned:
Yes : old alas how spent the struggling mind
Which at the noon of life is fain to set !
My dawn and evening have so closely met
That men the shades of night begin to find
Darkening my brow ; and heedless, not unkind,
Let the sad warning drop, without regret.
Gone Youth ! had I thus missed thee, nor a hope
Were left of thy return beyond the tomb,
I could curse life : But glorious is the scope
Of an immortal soul. Oh Death, thy gloom
Short, and already tinged with coming light,
Is to the Christian but a Summer's night.]]> AN OLD MAN JET. 50.

AGES have rolled within my breast, though yet
Not nigh the bourn to fleeting man assigned:
Yes : old alas how spent the struggling mind
Which at the noon of life is fain to set !
My dawn and evening have so closely met
That men the shades of night begin to find
Darkening my brow ; and heedless, not unkind,
Let the sad warning drop, without regret.
Gone Youth ! had I thus missed thee, nor a hope
Were left of thy return beyond the tomb,
I could curse life : But glorious is the scope
Of an immortal soul. Oh Death, thy gloom
Short, and already tinged with coming light,
Is to the Christian but a Summer's night.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17360 Sun, 14 Oct 2007 14:14:20 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17360 1888 - 1960 Canada


THE HARBOUR

In the stilled back-wash the old man dozes,
His oars at ease, his nodding rest attained
In fancy's clear mirage; as the day closes
He lives his best and least in dreams refrained.
The gently stirring ripples turn his thoughts
Back to the morning's eager running day
Now doubly dear, in knowledge hardly bought
That even harried waters' press gives way.

Wave-breasting youth, and all high hopes and fears
Pass in fogged panorama of regret!
Broad-shouldered courage tips the stooping years,
The sail now lowered in the pale sunset.
He counts it well his harbour to regain
The tide that outward goes, returns again.]]> 1888 - 1960 Canada


THE HARBOUR

In the stilled back-wash the old man dozes,
His oars at ease, his nodding rest attained
In fancy's clear mirage; as the day closes
He lives his best and least in dreams refrained.
The gently stirring ripples turn his thoughts
Back to the morning's eager running day
Now doubly dear, in knowledge hardly bought
That even harried waters' press gives way.

Wave-breasting youth, and all high hopes and fears
Pass in fogged panorama of regret!
Broad-shouldered courage tips the stooping years,
The sail now lowered in the pale sunset.
He counts it well his harbour to regain
The tide that outward goes, returns again.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17276 Tue, 31 Jul 2007 05:14:00 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17276 Be crowned with flowers as universal queen;
Take from fresh budded groves their tender green
Bespangled with Pomona's groves their tender green

And from thy vesture. Let the sun illume
The dew-drops glittering in the blue serene,
And let them hang, like orient pearls, between
Thy locks besprent with Flora's best perfume.

Attend your sovereign's steps, ye balmy gales!
O'er her ambrosial floods of fragance pour;
Let livelier verdure animate the vales,

And brighter hues embellish every flower;
And hark, the concert of the woodland hails,
All gracious May! thy presence, and thy power.]]> Be crowned with flowers as universal queen;
Take from fresh budded groves their tender green
Bespangled with Pomona's groves their tender green

And from thy vesture. Let the sun illume
The dew-drops glittering in the blue serene,
And let them hang, like orient pearls, between
Thy locks besprent with Flora's best perfume.

Attend your sovereign's steps, ye balmy gales!
O'er her ambrosial floods of fragance pour;
Let livelier verdure animate the vales,

And brighter hues embellish every flower;
And hark, the concert of the woodland hails,
All gracious May! thy presence, and thy power.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17247 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 09:03:47 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17247
Soft Music in those hazel eyes I see,
And tho' as yet she keeps a silent shrine,
And pours not forth her retinue divine,
Enthronéd there sits sovereign Poesy,
There slowly, slowly, kindle fancies free,
While sweetest thoughts in that sweet face combine
To aid the goddess in her dear design,
And wake at length in brightest symphony.
If aught of art prophetic I possess,
No lowly sphere for thee the Fates ordain;
But from those vermeil lips a loveliness,
As yet unheard, shall rise in raptured strain,
Till all the countless race of men confess
The god Apollo sings on earth again.]]>
Soft Music in those hazel eyes I see,
And tho' as yet she keeps a silent shrine,
And pours not forth her retinue divine,
Enthronéd there sits sovereign Poesy,
There slowly, slowly, kindle fancies free,
While sweetest thoughts in that sweet face combine
To aid the goddess in her dear design,
And wake at length in brightest symphony.
If aught of art prophetic I possess,
No lowly sphere for thee the Fates ordain;
But from those vermeil lips a loveliness,
As yet unheard, shall rise in raptured strain,
Till all the countless race of men confess
The god Apollo sings on earth again.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17246 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 09:02:08 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17246
Morning has come upon us,--from the day
Has rolled each darkling cloud, the orient view
Unveils with gorgeous sun, and deep clear blue.
But ocean riots still;--in ponderous play
Thousands of heavy surges plunge away,
Dazzling with snow-white foam, or swiftly woos
Iris to paint all brightly tinted hues.
Strangely fair magic, 'mid their shivered spray,
Around us many a little whale-bird skims,
Dipping its tiny bosom in the deep,
Then instantly uprises blithe and high,
Even as the heart unthralled by earthly things
Will walk this troubled earth, yet ever keep
Its dearest home up in the azure sky.]]>
Morning has come upon us,--from the day
Has rolled each darkling cloud, the orient view
Unveils with gorgeous sun, and deep clear blue.
But ocean riots still;--in ponderous play
Thousands of heavy surges plunge away,
Dazzling with snow-white foam, or swiftly woos
Iris to paint all brightly tinted hues.
Strangely fair magic, 'mid their shivered spray,
Around us many a little whale-bird skims,
Dipping its tiny bosom in the deep,
Then instantly uprises blithe and high,
Even as the heart unthralled by earthly things
Will walk this troubled earth, yet ever keep
Its dearest home up in the azure sky.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17245 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 09:00:48 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17245
Thou child of faith--whose little store of days
Was beautiful with prayer, whom Reverence
Made humble, and white-handed Innocence
Led purely thro' the dust of earthly ways--
God spared thy soul the terror and amaze
Of that fierce wrestling with Omnipotence,
Which Jacob knew at Peniel, the suspense
Of aching doubt, and error's long delays.
Thy spirit questioned not, but saw fulfilled
The uttermost of love when Calvary
Beheld the consummation of all years.
Ah, childlike trust! so fair to us who build
The altar of our faith by dark degree,
And join the stones together with our tears.]]>
Thou child of faith--whose little store of days
Was beautiful with prayer, whom Reverence
Made humble, and white-handed Innocence
Led purely thro' the dust of earthly ways--
God spared thy soul the terror and amaze
Of that fierce wrestling with Omnipotence,
Which Jacob knew at Peniel, the suspense
Of aching doubt, and error's long delays.
Thy spirit questioned not, but saw fulfilled
The uttermost of love when Calvary
Beheld the consummation of all years.
Ah, childlike trust! so fair to us who build
The altar of our faith by dark degree,
And join the stones together with our tears.]]>