Bacon and Shakespeare in the SonnetsBancroft, 1887 - 302 Seiten |
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... say , within Thine own deep - sunken eyes , Were an all - eating shame and thriftless praise . How much more praise deserv'd Thy beauty's use , If Thou couldst answer , " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse ...
... say , within Thine own deep - sunken eyes , Were an all - eating shame and thriftless praise . How much more praise deserv'd Thy beauty's use , If Thou couldst answer , " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse ...
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... say so . You ( Beauty ) , as Thou ( Truth ) , in the preced- ing stanza , is urged to be himself , but he can only be himself while he lives , and he can live only in the object which he adorns . He is both evan- escent , in that he ...
... say so . You ( Beauty ) , as Thou ( Truth ) , in the preced- ing stanza , is urged to be himself , but he can only be himself while he lives , and he can live only in the object which he adorns . He is both evan- escent , in that he ...
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... say with princes if it shall go well , By oft predict that I in heaven find : But from Thine eyes my knowledge I derive , And , constant stars , in them I read such art As Truth and Beauty shall together thrive , If from Thyself to ...
... say with princes if it shall go well , By oft predict that I in heaven find : But from Thine eyes my knowledge I derive , And , constant stars , in them I read such art As Truth and Beauty shall together thrive , If from Thyself to ...
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... say , " This poet lies , Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces , " So should my papers , yellow'd with their age , Be scorn'd , like old men of less truth than tongue ; And Your true rights be term'd a poet's rage , And ...
... say , " This poet lies , Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces , " So should my papers , yellow'd with their age , Be scorn'd , like old men of less truth than tongue ; And Your true rights be term'd a poet's rage , And ...
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... say that no person was ever so richly endowed . His records would be held in the same contempt of old romancers , and denounced as the vagaries of a crazy poet . ( But if some work adorned by You ( Beauty ) , should be in existence then ) ...
... say that no person was ever so richly endowed . His records would be held in the same contempt of old romancers , and denounced as the vagaries of a crazy poet . ( But if some work adorned by You ( Beauty ) , should be in existence then ) ...
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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.