Chaucer & the Rival Poet in Shakespeare's Sonnets: A New TheoryJ.M. Dent, 1921 - Počet stran: 63 |
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Chaucer & the Rival Poet in Shakespeare's Sonnets: A New Theory Hubert William Ord Úplné zobrazení - 1921 |
Chaucer & the Rival Poet in Shakespeare's Sonnets: A New Theory Hubert William Ord Úplné zobrazení - 1921 |
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Acheson allusions argument character Chaucer and Shakespeare Compare with Roman Cupid definite connection doth say dream edition of Chaucer endeavour establish evidence example fair false Art Francis Beaumont Gentlemen of Verona give hath heaven hell herte House of Fame idea influence inspired large number lines looked love and friendship Love's Labour's Lost lover Lucrece mentioned mind Moreover Muse Narcissus night noted O'er old words parallel person philosophical pite play of Troilus poem of Shake poetic praise probable Professor Hales punning quoted READER reading Reason reference to Chaucer Rival Poet second poem seems Shakespeare's own play SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS sinful loving Sonnet 21 Sonnet 38 Sonnet 40 Sonnet 67 Sonnet 76 Sonnet 82 sonnet writing soul speaking speare spirit story sweet love theme theory thine thou thyself dost thought thyself dost pay tion Troilus and Cressida tyme Venus and Adonis verbal resemblance verbal similarity verse void love wolde writ written
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Strana 40 - So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse.
Strana 23 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh...
Strana 48 - O, know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument ; So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told.
Strana 33 - 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...
Strana 34 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring and...
Strana 10 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that...
Strana 23 - 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.
Strana 25 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Strana 29 - The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest...
Strana 53 - The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action...