Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Том 2W.H. Allen & 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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... 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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... stand for Henry Wriothesly , Earl of Southampton . + It is possible that Meres may have alluded to the sonnets in the Passionate Pilgrim , published in 1599. Leigh Hunt has fallen into a mistake , in supposing that the 154 sonnets were ...
... stand for Henry Wriothesly , Earl of Southampton . + It is possible that Meres may have alluded to the sonnets in the Passionate Pilgrim , published in 1599. Leigh Hunt has fallen into a mistake , in supposing that the 154 sonnets were ...
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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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... stand for Henry Wriothe - ly , Earl of Southampton . + It is possible that Meres may have alluded to the sonnets in the Passionate Pilgrim , published in 1599. Leigh Hunt has fallen into a mistake , in supposing that the 154 sonnets ...
... stand for Henry Wriothe - ly , Earl of Southampton . + It is possible that Meres may have alluded to the sonnets in the Passionate Pilgrim , published in 1599. Leigh Hunt has fallen into a mistake , in supposing that the 154 sonnets ...
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Сторінка 159 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Сторінка 10 - ... 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.
Сторінка 14 - 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...
Сторінка 11 - 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...
Сторінка 179 - 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 ! lago.
Сторінка 25 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out, alack, he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Сторінка 214 - 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.
Сторінка 7 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Сторінка 237 - And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. 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...
Сторінка 9 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held...