The Poems of ShakespeareMethuen, 1898 - 343 Seiten |
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... tell how it strikes a contemporary ' ; and , even when we can , it is often idle to consider the effect beside maturer judgments . But when , as in the case of these Poems , later critics have scarce so much as concerned themselves with ...
... tell how it strikes a contemporary ' ; and , even when we can , it is often idle to consider the effect beside maturer judgments . But when , as in the case of these Poems , later critics have scarce so much as concerned themselves with ...
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... tell how ' Fresh tears Stood on her cheeks , as doth the honey - dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd , ' and yet conclude that ' if any portions of the Play be from his hand , it shows that there was a period in Shakespeare's ...
... tell how ' Fresh tears Stood on her cheeks , as doth the honey - dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd , ' and yet conclude that ' if any portions of the Play be from his hand , it shows that there was a period in Shakespeare's ...
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... tell ' ( W. E. A. Axon in William Andrews ' Bygone Cheshire , 1895 ) . In 1606 ( ? ) Mary's mother writes : - ' I take no joye to heer of your sister , nore of that boy , if it had pleased God when I did hear her , that she hade bene ...
... tell ' ( W. E. A. Axon in William Andrews ' Bygone Cheshire , 1895 ) . In 1606 ( ? ) Mary's mother writes : - ' I take no joye to heer of your sister , nore of that boy , if it had pleased God when I did hear her , that she hade bene ...
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... without permission from the Archbishop of Canterbury , nor any “ English Historyes " ( novels ? ) without the sanction of the Privy Council . ' 2 Rowe , 1709 . enough , even in the Sonnets that tell of rival lxxvi INTRODUCTION.
... without permission from the Archbishop of Canterbury , nor any “ English Historyes " ( novels ? ) without the sanction of the Privy Council . ' 2 Rowe , 1709 . enough , even in the Sonnets that tell of rival lxxvi INTRODUCTION.
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... tell , of course , that they were written in England , and about the end of the Sixteenth Century : just as you can tell a Flemish from an Italian , a Fourteenth from a Sixteenth Century picture ; and every unprejudiced critic has said ...
... tell , of course , that they were written in England , and about the end of the Sixteenth Century : just as you can tell a Flemish from an Italian , a Fourteenth from a Sixteenth Century picture ; and every unprejudiced critic has said ...
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Seite 153 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. 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.
Seite 172 - 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 125 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Seite 143 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Seite 117 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes. Were an all-eating shame and thriftless "praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
Seite 170 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, 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...
Seite 181 - Past reason hated as a swallowed 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. 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun, Coral is far more red, than her lips...
Seite 185 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed: But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
Seite 145 - ... services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are, how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Seite 180 - 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...