Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Band 2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... turn of expression , though in some respects similar to Shakespeare's , it is not more so than that of his other contemporaries . It was the diction and idiom of the age . Shakespeare not being an Italian scholar , and not therefore ...
... turn of expression , though in some respects similar to Shakespeare's , it is not more so than that of his other contemporaries . It was the diction and idiom of the age . Shakespeare not being an Italian scholar , and not therefore ...
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... turn his skill and taste to a proper account . The sonnet is not adapted to all subjects , but to those only which may be treated in a small compass . A single senti- ment or principle may be expressed or illustrated within its narrow ...
... turn his skill and taste to a proper account . The sonnet is not adapted to all subjects , but to those only which may be treated in a small compass . A single senti- ment or principle may be expressed or illustrated within its narrow ...
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... contains , And that is this , and this with thee remains . I am to wait , though waiting so , be hell ; Not blame your pleasure , be it ill or well . For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies 14 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
... contains , And that is this , and this with thee remains . I am to wait , though waiting so , be hell ; Not blame your pleasure , be it ill or well . For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies 14 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
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David Lester Richardson. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester , smell far worse than weeds . For we , that now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . But thence I ...
David Lester Richardson. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester , smell far worse than weeds . For we , that now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . But thence I ...
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... got Which for their habitation chose out thee ! Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot , And all things turn to fair , that eyes can see . ' Is this the style in which Shakespeare would have addressed SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS . 29.
... got Which for their habitation chose out thee ! Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot , And all things turn to fair , that eyes can see . ' Is this the style in which Shakespeare would have addressed SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS . 29.
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Seite 193 - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Seite 14 - 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 191 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Seite 10 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Seite 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Seite 218 - I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife...
Seite 190 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Seite 27 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack!
Seite 226 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Seite 27 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.