Bacon and Shakespeare in the SonnetsBancroft, 1887 - 302 Seiten |
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... never here- after be for a moment doubted . It is said of Shakespeare that his fertile genius exhausted the whole world of nature . As a poet , he has undoubtedly done this ; and Lord Bacon , as a philosopher , has done the same . " The ...
... never here- after be for a moment doubted . It is said of Shakespeare that his fertile genius exhausted the whole world of nature . As a poet , he has undoubtedly done this ; and Lord Bacon , as a philosopher , has done the same . " The ...
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... never die , But as the riper should by time decease , His tender heir might bear his memory ; But Thou , contracted to Thine own bright eyes , Feed'st Thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies ...
... never die , But as the riper should by time decease , His tender heir might bear his memory ; But Thou , contracted to Thine own bright eyes , Feed'st Thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies ...
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... never die . In a passive state , Truth is contracted within itself ; its " bright eyes " ( powers of observation ) are closed to all around ; its " light's flame " ( its Thought , power of production ) is fed upon con- cealment . The ...
... never die . In a passive state , Truth is contracted within itself ; its " bright eyes " ( powers of observation ) are closed to all around ; its " light's flame " ( its Thought , power of production ) is fed upon con- cealment . The ...
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... never - resting time leads summer on To hideous winter , and confounds him there ; Sap check'd with frost , and lusty leaves quite gone , Beauty o'ersnow'd , and bareness everywhere : Then , were not summer's distillation left , A ...
... never - resting time leads summer on To hideous winter , and confounds him there ; Sap check'd with frost , and lusty leaves quite gone , Beauty o'ersnow'd , and bareness everywhere : Then , were not summer's distillation left , A ...
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Hezekiah Lord Hosmer. " never - resting time leads summer on to hideous winter " ( when his youth is passed , and dreary old age comes ) . He will then be like a tree whose sap is frozen ... never-resting time leads summer on to hideous ...
Hezekiah Lord Hosmer. " never - resting time leads summer on to hideous winter " ( when his youth is passed , and dreary old age comes ) . He will then be like a tree whose sap is frozen ... never-resting time leads summer on to hideous ...
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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.