Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Том 2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... less surprised at the fate of the Sonnets . There are also certain considerations connected with the latter , which may render their present unpopularity a mystery of more easy solution . In the first place , we must recollect the ...
... less surprised at the fate of the Sonnets . There are also certain considerations connected with the latter , which may render their present unpopularity a mystery of more easy solution . In the first place , we must recollect the ...
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... less difficult than the Petrarchan sonnet , and is capable of being rendered highly musical and agreeable in skilful hands , no critic would be willing to dispute ; but it is not entitled to the name of sonnet . In the legitimate sonnet ...
... less difficult than the Petrarchan sonnet , and is capable of being rendered highly musical and agreeable in skilful hands , no critic would be willing to dispute ; but it is not entitled to the name of sonnet . In the legitimate sonnet ...
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... " Scarcely less beautiful are the following lines : " When I do count the clock that tells the time , And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime , And sable 10 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
... " Scarcely less beautiful are the following lines : " When I do count the clock that tells the time , And see the brave day sunk in hideous night ; When I behold the violet past prime , And sable 10 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
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... less , though less the show appear : That love is merchandized , whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where . Our love was new , and then but in its spring , When I was wont to greet it with my lays ; As Philomel ...
... less , though less the show appear : That love is merchandized , whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where . Our love was new , and then but in its spring , When I was wont to greet it with my lays ; As Philomel ...
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... less importance if it were not for the very peculiar character of several of these little poems , which from the want of some positive information in this respect are perfect riddles . It is well known that the smaller collection of ...
... less importance if it were not for the very peculiar character of several of these little poems , which from the want of some positive information in this respect are perfect riddles . It is well known that the smaller collection of ...
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Сторінка 193 - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
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 191 - 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!
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 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 218 - I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife...
Сторінка 190 - 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.
Сторінка 27 - 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!
Сторінка 226 - 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 27 - 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.