The Sonnets of William Shakspere: Rearranged and Divided Into Four Parts ; with an Introduction and Explanatory NotesJohn Russell Smith, 1859 - Всего страниц: 120 |
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... night , ” are merely the exaggerations of a young poet " writing for effect ; " the 95th has always been regarded as a proof , that the poet was at least in middle age , and had probably reached his fortieth year . 95th Sonnet . That ...
... night , ” are merely the exaggerations of a young poet " writing for effect ; " the 95th has always been regarded as a proof , that the poet was at least in middle age , and had probably reached his fortieth year . 95th Sonnet . That ...
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... night ; for had he shortly afterwards died , he would have uttered not only a poetical , but a literal truth . " In me thou seest the glowing of such fire , " " In me thou seest the twilight of such day . " But he does not say ...
... night ; for had he shortly afterwards died , he would have uttered not only a poetical , but a literal truth . " In me thou seest the glowing of such fire , " " In me thou seest the twilight of such day . " But he does not say ...
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... night ; When I behold the violet past prime , And sable curls , all silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves , Which erst from heat did canopy the herd , And summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on ...
... night ; When I behold the violet past prime , And sable curls , all silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves , Which erst from heat did canopy the herd , And summer's green all girded up in sheaves , Borne on ...
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... 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 . XVI . But wherefore do not you a mightier way 44 SONNETS .
... 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 . XVI . But wherefore do not you a mightier way 44 SONNETS .
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... night , But that wild music burthens every bough , And sweets grown common lose their dear delight . Therefore , like her , I sometime hold my tongue , Because I would not dull you with my song . XXVIII . Alack ! what poverty my Muse ...
... night , But that wild music burthens every bough , And sweets grown common lose their dear delight . Therefore , like her , I sometime hold my tongue , Because I would not dull you with my song . XXVIII . Alack ! what poverty my Muse ...
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Antony Antony and Cleopatra bear beauteous beauty's behold bright Cæsar canst dead dear death deeds delight disgrace dost thou Earl Earl of Pembroke Enobarbus epistle eye doth face false fear flowers gainst gentle give grace hand happy hate hath heaven Julius Cæsar Lepidus live look love thee love's Love's fire Mark Antony Marlowe Menas Muse night painted Passionate Pilgrim pity Plutarch poem poet poetical Pompey poor praise pride proud prove rhyme rich rose Shakspere Shakspere's shalt shame sight sinful earth sonnets soul Southampton speak spirit stanza steal summer's swear tell thine eyes things Thomas Thorpe thou art thou dost thou hast thou lov'st thou may'st thou seest thou wilt thought thy beauty thy fair thy heart thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true mind truth Venus and Adonis verse Whilst young youth
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Стр. 61 - 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.
Стр. 56 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Стр. 54 - 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Стр. 119 - d no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad...
Стр. 82 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Стр. 41 - If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering ; Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing : Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee,
Стр. 58 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Стр. 86 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity...
Стр. 89 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 37 - 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...