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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... thou art so possessed with murderous hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire , Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire . The " beauteous roof " here is not his friend's 52 ...
... thou art so possessed with murderous hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire , Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire . The " beauteous roof " here is not his friend's 52 ...
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... Thou art much too fair to be death's conquest . Shakespeare does not mean " thou art much too light complexioned , " & c . Son . 10. Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love " ? Son . 13. Who lets so fair a house fall to decay ? Son ...
... Thou art much too fair to be death's conquest . Shakespeare does not mean " thou art much too light complexioned , " & c . Son . 10. Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love " ? Son . 13. Who lets so fair a house fall to decay ? Son ...
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... thy heart And take thou my oblation , poor but free , Which is not mix'd with seconds , knows no art , But mutual renders , only me for thee . Hence thou suborned Informer ! a true soul When most impeached stands least in thy control ...
... thy heart And take thou my oblation , poor but free , Which is not mix'd with seconds , knows no art , But mutual renders , only me for thee . Hence thou suborned Informer ! a true soul When most impeached stands least in thy control ...
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... Thou that art now this world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring , but they would be less appropriate if written in any other season than that of early or middle spring . The same opinion as to the senility of a man of ...
... Thou that art now this world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring , but they would be less appropriate if written in any other season than that of early or middle spring . The same opinion as to the senility of a man of ...
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... thou dost but mend the style , And arts with thy sweet graces graced be ; But thou art all my art and dost advance As high as learning my rude ignorance . Is not this tantamount to saying that but for Mr W. H. he should never have ...
... thou dost but mend the style , And arts with thy sweet graces graced be ; But thou art all my art and dost advance As high as learning my rude ignorance . Is not this tantamount to saying that but for Mr W. H. he should never have ...
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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!