Bacon and Shakespeare in the SonnetsBancroft, 1887 - 302 Seiten |
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... , of those truths so long buried in the " grave ' of the Middle Ages . The writers of antiquity must be invoked to give their investigations and discoveries afresh to the world , that modern writ- ers IN THE SONNETS . 15.
... , of those truths so long buried in the " grave ' of the Middle Ages . The writers of antiquity must be invoked to give their investigations and discoveries afresh to the world , that modern writ- ers IN THE SONNETS . 15.
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... writers is deemed the leading object . Mr. Richard Grant White , in his introduction to the Sonnets , gives the following concise state- ment of some of the many conjectures of writers concerning 16 BACON AND SHAKESPEARE.
... writers is deemed the leading object . Mr. Richard Grant White , in his introduction to the Sonnets , gives the following concise state- ment of some of the many conjectures of writers concerning 16 BACON AND SHAKESPEARE.
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... gives nothing , but doth lend , And being frank , she lends to those are free . Then , beauteous niggard , why dost Thou abuse The bounteous largess given Thee to give ? Profitless usurer , why dost Thou use So great a sum of sums , yet ...
... gives nothing , but doth lend , And being frank , she lends to those are free . Then , beauteous niggard , why dost Thou abuse The bounteous largess given Thee to give ? Profitless usurer , why dost Thou use So great a sum of sums , yet ...
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... give him an undying name . It is wrong not to " live " ( perpetuate himself ) , with " so great a sum of sums " ( such wide and varied powers ) . He belies himself by keeping them unused ; and will leave nothing to show that he has ever ...
... give him an undying name . It is wrong not to " live " ( perpetuate himself ) , with " so great a sum of sums " ( such wide and varied powers ) . He belies himself by keeping them unused ; and will leave nothing to show that he has ever ...
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... give them endurance ) . SONNET 11 . As fast as Thou shalt wane , so fast Thou growest In one of Thine , from that which Thou departest ; And that fresh blood which youngly Thou bestowest , Thou may'st call Thine , when Thou from youth ...
... give them endurance ) . SONNET 11 . As fast as Thou shalt wane , so fast Thou growest In one of Thine , from that which Thou departest ; And that fresh blood which youngly Thou bestowest , Thou may'st call Thine , when Thou from youth ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adagia addressed alluded appear authorship Bacon and Shakespeare Baconian theory beauty's better character composition concealed Cymbeline dear death decay delight delineation doth dramas Elizabeth Essex fair false faults favor fear flowers fortune Francis Bacon genius give grace Gray's Gray's Inn grief hast hate hath heart Henry VI hundred illustrate immortal labors lest lines live look Lord Lord Bacon Love's Love's Labor's Lost Lucrece Macbeth means memory ment merit mind Mistress Muse nature never night Novum Organum Othello pity play poem poet praise queen says Shake shame SONNET sorrow speare summer theatre Thee things Thou art Thou dost Thou Truth Thy beauty Thy love Thy sweet Thy Thought Thyself Time's Timon Timon of Athens tion Tragedy true Truth and Beauty Venus and Adonis verse weed William Shakespeare words write written youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 186 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means, which public manners breeds, Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Seite 111 - O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Seite 210 - Past reason hunted, and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Seite 150 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write, Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
Seite 192 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Seite 21 - Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime : So thou through windows of thine age shall see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
Seite 172 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Seite 125 - In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
Seite 102 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Seite 181 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.