The Sonnets of William Shakspere, rearranged and divided into four parts, with an intr. and explanatory notes [by R. Cartwright]. |
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... never been perceived ; it has always been regarded as a sonnet by itself , and se- parated from the 19th , with which , however , it is most intimately and essentially connected ; there is , from the 15th , a gradual rise in the ...
... never been perceived ; it has always been regarded as a sonnet by itself , and se- parated from the 19th , with which , however , it is most intimately and essentially connected ; there is , from the 15th , a gradual rise in the ...
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... never become " indistinct , " will always " hold this visible shape . " Cæsar is the good Shakspere , who thus beautifully portrays the contest and ultimate ascendancy of his moral feelings over his evil inclinations : - Ant . Say to me ...
... never become " indistinct , " will always " hold this visible shape . " Cæsar is the good Shakspere , who thus beautifully portrays the contest and ultimate ascendancy of his moral feelings over his evil inclinations : - Ant . Say to me ...
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... never dreamt of . Learned physiologists have supposed , that Nature inserted the spleen into our left side merely to fill up a vacuum ; but , in reality , she put it there for a specific purpose of her own , and not merely to stop up a ...
... never dreamt of . Learned physiologists have supposed , that Nature inserted the spleen into our left side merely to fill up a vacuum ; but , in reality , she put it there for a specific purpose of her own , and not merely to stop up a ...
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... never taught to break my faith , nor to be counted a traitor . " Why does he change these words into modern phraseology about honour , because Shakspere's opinion , derived from personal observation and acquaintance , coincided with ...
... never taught to break my faith , nor to be counted a traitor . " Why does he change these words into modern phraseology about honour , because Shakspere's opinion , derived from personal observation and acquaintance , coincided with ...
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... never die , But as the riper should by time decease , His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'st thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies ...
... never die , But as the riper should by time decease , His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'st thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies ...
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Antony appear bear beauty beauty's better bring Cæsar character dead dear death deeds delight desire dost doth Earl earth epistle eyes face fair false fear fire flowers gentle give grace grow hand happy hast hate hath heart heaven hold keep kind leave lines live look lose love's Marlowe may'st means mind Muse Nature needs never night once painted pity play pleasure poem poet poetical poor praise proud prove reference respect rich rose seen Shakspere shalt shame sight sonnets soul speak spirit stand strong summer's sweet tell thee thine things thou art thou dost thought thy love thyself Time's tongue true truth verse wilt worth write written young youth
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Сторінка 55 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Сторінка 119 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 79 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; 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.
Сторінка 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 :
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, * Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only...
Сторінка 120 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Сторінка 109 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name ; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty...
Сторінка 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.