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... sense ; and metaphors the most unlicensed , and conceits of thought and expression the most fanciful , were used with the utmost freedom . It was impossible that the heart could speak from beneath so cumbrous a load of folly and ...
... sense ; and metaphors the most unlicensed , and conceits of thought and expression the most fanciful , were used with the utmost freedom . It was impossible that the heart could speak from beneath so cumbrous a load of folly and ...
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... sense or conjecture . But he soon found the task he had undertaken " dull , " and adopted a much more compendious mode of criticism . He took Rowe's text as the groundwork of his own , and , by a partial collation of the old copies ...
... sense or conjecture . But he soon found the task he had undertaken " dull , " and adopted a much more compendious mode of criticism . He took Rowe's text as the groundwork of his own , and , by a partial collation of the old copies ...
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... sense , we will just review our authorities for believing , that he at least had deer , and , if that be proved , I care not where he kept them . The first evidence , in point of date , is that furnished by Malone himself , who quotes ...
... sense , we will just review our authorities for believing , that he at least had deer , and , if that be proved , I care not where he kept them . The first evidence , in point of date , is that furnished by Malone himself , who quotes ...
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... sense of feeling were bereft me , ' Give me thy heart , ' saith she , ' and thou shalt have it . O ! give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it ; And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never ...
... sense of feeling were bereft me , ' Give me thy heart , ' saith she , ' and thou shalt have it . O ! give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it ; And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never ...
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... sense for ' vantage still ; Which in a moment doth confound and kill All pure effects , and doth so far proceed , That what is vile , shews like a virtuous deed . Quoth he , ' she took me kindly by the hand , And gazed for tidings in my ...
... sense for ' vantage still ; Which in a moment doth confound and kill All pure effects , and doth so far proceed , That what is vile , shews like a virtuous deed . Quoth he , ' she took me kindly by the hand , And gazed for tidings in my ...
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Сторінка 72 - 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 express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough* your worth to sing...
Сторінка 67 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Сторінка 63 - 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...
Сторінка 74 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad ; Mad in pursuit and in possession so ; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme ; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe ; Before, a joy proposed ; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Сторінка 66 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Сторінка 62 - 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 the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.
Сторінка 66 - By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. 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. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous...
Сторінка 66 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Сторінка 81 - Simple were so well compounded That it cried how true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, reason none If what parts can so remain.
Сторінка 71 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.