The Sonnets [of William Shakespeare]D. Appleton & Company, 1881 - Počet stran: 251 |
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Strana iv
... thought XXXI . Thy bofom is endeared with all hearts XXXII . If thou survive my well - contented day XXXIII . Full many a glorious morning have I seen XXXIV . Why didft thou promise fuch a beauteous day XXXV . No more be grieved at that ...
... thought XXXI . Thy bofom is endeared with all hearts XXXII . If thou survive my well - contented day XXXIII . Full many a glorious morning have I seen XXXIV . Why didft thou promise fuch a beauteous day XXXV . No more be grieved at that ...
Strana v
... thoughts as food to life LXXVI . Why is my verse so barren of new pride LXXVII . Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear LXXVIII . So oft have I invok'd thee for my Mufe LXXIX . Whilft I alone did call upon thy aid LXXX . O , how ...
... thoughts as food to life LXXVI . Why is my verse so barren of new pride LXXVII . Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear LXXVIII . So oft have I invok'd thee for my Mufe LXXIX . Whilft I alone did call upon thy aid LXXX . O , how ...
Strana x
... and that fonnet is connected with fonnet in more instances than have been obferved . My notes on each fonnet commonly begin with an attempt to point out the little links or articulations in thought and word X INTRODUCTION .
... and that fonnet is connected with fonnet in more instances than have been obferved . My notes on each fonnet commonly begin with an attempt to point out the little links or articulations in thought and word X INTRODUCTION .
Strana xi
William Shakespeare Edward Dowden. out the little links or articulations in thought and word , which connect it with its predeceffor or the group to which it belongs . I frankly warn the reader that I have pushed this kind of criticism ...
William Shakespeare Edward Dowden. out the little links or articulations in thought and word , which connect it with its predeceffor or the group to which it belongs . I frankly warn the reader that I have pushed this kind of criticism ...
Strana xv
... thought , their exquifite felicities of phrase , and their fre- quent beauty of rhythmical movement , but in a peculiar degree by the poffibility that here , if nowhere else , the greatest of English poets may -as Wordfworth puts it ...
... thought , their exquifite felicities of phrase , and their fre- quent beauty of rhythmical movement , but in a peculiar degree by the poffibility that here , if nowhere else , the greatest of English poets may -as Wordfworth puts it ...
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abfence addreffed againſt alſo Antony & Cleopatra beauty beauty's becauſe beſt breaſt cauſe cloſe Compare Sonnet Cymbeline dear death defire doth Dyce fair falſe fame fays fecond feems fhall fing firſt fome forrow foul freſh friendſhip ftill fubject fuch fuggefts fummer Gentlemen of Verona glaſs hath heart himſelf increaſe itſelf King Henry laſt lines live look loſe Malone mayſt Meaſure miſtreſs moſt Muſe muſt myſelf night paffion paſt perſon pleaſe pleaſure poems poet praiſe preſent propoſes Quarto reaſon rival poet Romeo & Juliet roſe ſay ſee ſeem ſenſe Shak Shakſpere Shakſpere's ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkill ſome Sonnet ſpeak ſpirit ſpoken ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay Steevens ſtill ſuch ſweet thee themſelves theſe thine eyes thoſe thou art thou doft thought thy fweet thyſelf Time's treaſure truth Twelfth Night uſe Venus & Adonis verfe verſe whoſe yourſelf youth
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Strana 90 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Strana 107 - 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.
Strana 15 - ... even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night ; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Strana 87 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Strana 64 - 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.
Strana 23 - O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
Strana 111 - 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.
Strana 146 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Strana 144 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Strana 103 - 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...