The Sonnets [of William Shakespeare]D. Appleton & Company, 1881 - 251 стор. |
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Сторінка xxviii
... heart practifed upon itself the piteous frauds of wounded affection : now it can credit no evil of the beloved , now it must believe the worst . While the world knows nothing but praise of one so xxviii INTRODUCTION .
... heart practifed upon itself the piteous frauds of wounded affection : now it can credit no evil of the beloved , now it must believe the worst . While the world knows nothing but praise of one so xxviii INTRODUCTION .
Сторінка xxix
William Shakespeare Edward Dowden. While the world knows nothing but praise of one so dear , a private injury goes deep into the foul ; when the world affails his reputation , ftraightway loyalty revives , and even puts a strain upon ...
William Shakespeare Edward Dowden. While the world knows nothing but praise of one so dear , a private injury goes deep into the foul ; when the world affails his reputation , ftraightway loyalty revives , and even puts a strain upon ...
Сторінка xxx
... praises her precisely as a woman who without beauty is clever and charming , and a coquette , would choose to be praised . True , she owns no commonplace attractions ; she is no pink and white goddefs ; all her imperfections he fees ...
... praises her precisely as a woman who without beauty is clever and charming , and a coquette , would choose to be praised . True , she owns no commonplace attractions ; she is no pink and white goddefs ; all her imperfections he fees ...
Сторінка lii
... praise but simple truth ( xxI . ) . And fuch a being has exchanged love with Shakspere ( XXII . ) , who must needs be filent with excess of paffion ( XXIII . ) , cherishing in his heart the image of his friend's beauty ( XXIV . ) , but ...
... praise but simple truth ( xxI . ) . And fuch a being has exchanged love with Shakspere ( XXII . ) , who must needs be filent with excess of paffion ( XXIII . ) , cherishing in his heart the image of his friend's beauty ( XXIV . ) , but ...
Сторінка liii
... praise in verfe ( XXXVIII . ) , which he could not do if they were fo united that to praise his friend were felf - praise ( XXXIX . ) ; sep- arated they must be , and even their loves be no longer one ; Shakspere can now give his love ...
... praise in verfe ( XXXVIII . ) , which he could not do if they were fo united that to praise his friend were felf - praise ( XXXIX . ) ; sep- arated they must be , and even their loves be no longer one ; Shakspere can now give his love ...
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abfence addreffed againſt alſo Antony & Cleopatra beauty beauty's becauſe beſt breaſt cauſe cloſe Compare Sonnet Cymbeline dear death defire doth Dyce fair falſe fame fays fecond feems fhall fing firſt fome forrow foul freſh friendſhip ftill fubject fuch fuggefts fummer Gentlemen of Verona glaſs hath heart himſelf increaſe itſelf King Henry laſt lines live look loſe Malone mayſt Meaſure miſtreſs moſt Muſe muſt myſelf night paffion paſt perſon pleaſe pleaſure poems poet praiſe preſent propoſes Quarto reaſon rival poet Romeo & Juliet roſe ſay ſee ſeem ſenſe Shak Shakſpere Shakſpere's ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkill ſome Sonnet ſpeak ſpirit ſpoken ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay Steevens ſtill ſuch ſweet thee themſelves theſe thine eyes thoſe thou art thou doft thought thy fweet thyſelf Time's treaſure truth Twelfth Night uſe Venus & Adonis verfe verſe whoſe yourſelf youth
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Сторінка 90 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Сторінка 107 - 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 15 - ... even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night ; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Сторінка 87 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Сторінка 64 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Сторінка 23 - O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
Сторінка 111 - 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 146 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Сторінка 144 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Сторінка 103 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...