The Temple Shakespeare, Том 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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... at least fifty years ago . And the milkmaid's mother sang an answer to it , which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his young days . " censure which a modern poet , Mr Swinburne , has XV Venus and Adonis , & c . Preface .
... at least fifty years ago . And the milkmaid's mother sang an answer to it , which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his young days . " censure which a modern poet , Mr Swinburne , has XV Venus and Adonis , & c . Preface .
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... young , and so unkind ! What bare excuses makest thou to be gone ! I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun : 180 190 I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs ; If they burn too , I'll ...
... young , and so unkind ! What bare excuses makest thou to be gone ! I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun : 180 190 I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs ; If they burn too , I'll ...
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... young and proud , Adonis ' trampling courser doth espy , And forth she rushes , snorts and neighs aloud : The strong - neck'd steed , being tied unto a tree , Breaketh his rein and to her straight goes he . 260 Imperiously he leaps , he ...
... young and proud , Adonis ' trampling courser doth espy , And forth she rushes , snorts and neighs aloud : The strong - neck'd steed , being tied unto a tree , Breaketh his rein and to her straight goes he . 260 Imperiously he leaps , he ...
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... young Loseth his pride , and never waxeth strong . " You hurt my hand with wringing ; let us part , And leave this idle theme , this bootless chat : Remove your siege from my unyielding heart ; To love's alarms it will not ope the gate ...
... young Loseth his pride , and never waxeth strong . " You hurt my hand with wringing ; let us part , And leave this idle theme , this bootless chat : Remove your siege from my unyielding heart ; To love's alarms it will not ope the gate ...
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... young men thrall , and old men dote ; How love is wise in folly , foolish - witty : Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe , And still the choir of echoes answer so . 840 Her song was tedious , and outwore the night , 38 49 Venus and ...
... young men thrall , and old men dote ; How love is wise in folly , foolish - witty : Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe , And still the choir of echoes answer so . 840 Her song was tedious , and outwore the night , 38 49 Venus and ...
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Стр. iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Стр. 96 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Стр. 96 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Стр. 80 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Стр. 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Стр. 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Стр. 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Стр. iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...
Стр. xiii - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
Стр. 48 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...