Shakespeare's Sonnets Reconsidered: And in Part Rearranged with Introductory Chapters, Notes, and a Reprint of the Original 1609 EditionLongmans, Green, and Company, 1899 - 328 Seiten |
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... loue to stop pofterity ? Thou art thy mothers glaffe and she in thee Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime , So thou through windowes of thine age fhalt fee , Difpight of wrinkles this thy goulden time . But if thou liue remembred ...
... loue to stop pofterity ? Thou art thy mothers glaffe and she in thee Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime , So thou through windowes of thine age fhalt fee , Difpight of wrinkles this thy goulden time . But if thou liue remembred ...
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... loue toward others in that bosome fits That on himselfe fuch murdrous fhame commits , Fo IO ' Or fhame deny that thou bear'ft loue to any Who for thy felfe art fo vnprouident Graunt if thou wilt , thou art belou'd of many , But that ...
... loue toward others in that bosome fits That on himselfe fuch murdrous fhame commits , Fo IO ' Or fhame deny that thou bear'ft loue to any Who for thy felfe art fo vnprouident Graunt if thou wilt , thou art belou'd of many , But that ...
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... loue you are No longer yours , then you your felfe here liue , Against this cumming end you fhould prepare , And your sweet semblance to some other giue . So fhould that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination , then you ...
... loue you are No longer yours , then you your felfe here liue , Against this cumming end you fhould prepare , And your sweet semblance to some other giue . So fhould that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination , then you ...
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... loue of you As he takes from you , I ingraft you new . BVt 16 Vt wherefore do not you a mightier waie Make warre vppon this bloudie tirant time ? And fortifie your felfe in your decay With meanes more blessed then my barren rime ? Now ...
... loue of you As he takes from you , I ingraft you new . BVt 16 Vt wherefore do not you a mightier waie Make warre vppon this bloudie tirant time ? And fortifie your felfe in your decay With meanes more blessed then my barren rime ? Now ...
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... loue fhall in my verse euer liue young . 20 AWomans face with natures owne hand painted , Hafte thou the Mafter Miftris of my paffion , A womans gentle hart but not acquainted With fhifting change as is falfe womens fashion , An eye ...
... loue fhall in my verse euer liue young . 20 AWomans face with natures owne hand painted , Hafte thou the Mafter Miftris of my paffion , A womans gentle hart but not acquainted With fhifting change as is falfe womens fashion , An eye ...
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addressed Againſt appear begetter Camb Chapter dear death dost doth Dr Drake edition emendation euen euery fair fear fhall fhould fweet Gentlemen of Verona Gildon giue grace grow hate hath haue heauen Hews leaue line 13 line 9 liue look Lord Southampton loue Love's Labour's Lost Malone cites Malone's means mind moſt Muse muſt night Passionate Pilgrim Poems poet praiſe preceding sonnet Probably late Autumn Probably September Q reads reader referred Romeo and Juliet Shake Shakespeare's Mistress Shakespeare's Sonnets ſhall Sidney Lee sonnet 26 sonnet 97 ſtate Steevens ſtill suggest suppose ſweet tell thee theſe thine eye things Thorpe thoſe thou art thought thy beauty thy felfe thy heart thy sweet thyself true truth Venus and Adonis verse vpon W. H. A sequel William Shakespeare words worth write written Wyndham youth
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Seite 223 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read. And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Seite 104 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Seite 248 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 206 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store ; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Seite 103 - 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 shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Seite 246 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Seite 239 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Seite 202 - 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 252 - tis true, I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Seite 156 - 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. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!