Literary Leaves, Том 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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... stand alone , that if any new light is to be thrown on Shakespeare's life and character , it must result from a careful and profound study of these Sonnets . Frederic Schlegel has observed , that it is in these pieces that we are first ...
... stand alone , that if any new light is to be thrown on Shakespeare's life and character , it must result from a careful and profound study of these Sonnets . Frederic Schlegel has observed , that it is in these pieces that we are first ...
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... standing his own sweetness and gentleness of nature , he could not help " provoking him on " with " the bloody spur , " " That sometimes anger thrust into his hide . " He adds , however , that the groan of the poor animal was " More ...
... standing his own sweetness and gentleness of nature , he could not help " provoking him on " with " the bloody spur , " " That sometimes anger thrust into his hide . " He adds , however , that the groan of the poor animal was " More ...
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... ; for though this hypothesis . does not enable us to reconcile or explain the many contradic- tions and mysteries with which the collection abounds as it now stands , yet it is reasonable in itself , and 20 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
... ; for though this hypothesis . does not enable us to reconcile or explain the many contradic- tions and mysteries with which the collection abounds as it now stands , yet it is reasonable in itself , and 20 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
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David Lester Richardson. stands , yet it is reasonable in itself , and suggests the justice and propriety of our ... stands for William Hughes . " A man in hew , all Hews in his controlling- " The name of Hughes was formerly written ...
David Lester Richardson. stands , yet it is reasonable in itself , and suggests the justice and propriety of our ... stands for William Hughes . " A man in hew , all Hews in his controlling- " The name of Hughes was formerly written ...
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... stand you on the top of happy hours ; And many maiden garlands yet unset , With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers . " Son . 16 . " O carve not with thine hours my love's fair brow , And draw no lines there with thine antique ...
... stand you on the top of happy hours ; And many maiden garlands yet unset , With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers . " Son . 16 . " O carve not with thine hours my love's fair brow , And draw no lines there with thine antique ...
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Стр. 16 - 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. 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Стр. 12 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Стр. 13 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Стр. 193 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Стр. 192 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Стр. 319 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Стр. 228 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Стр. 297 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Стр. 253 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...