A Key to Shakespeare's SonnetsTrübner and Company, 1862 - 215 стор. |
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... dost beguile the world , unbless some , mother . For where is she so fair , whose un - ear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond , will be the tomb Of his self - love , to stop posterity ? Thou art thy ...
... dost beguile the world , unbless some , mother . For where is she so fair , whose un - ear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond , will be the tomb Of his self - love , to stop posterity ? Thou art thy ...
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... dost thou use So great a sum of sums , yet canst not live ? For , having traffic with thyself alone , Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive . Then how , when nature calls thee to be gone , What acceptable audit canst thou leave ...
... dost thou use So great a sum of sums , yet canst not live ? For , having traffic with thyself alone , Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive . Then how , when nature calls thee to be gone , What acceptable audit canst thou leave ...
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... dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night , When sparkling stars twire not , thou gild'st the even : But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer , And night doth nightly make grief's ...
... dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night , When sparkling stars twire not , thou gild'st the even : But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer , And night doth nightly make grief's ...
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... dost breathe , that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet argument , too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse ? O ! give thyself the thanks , if aught in me Worthy perusal stand against thy sight ; For who's so dumb that cannot ...
... dost breathe , that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet argument , too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse ? O ! give thyself the thanks , if aught in me Worthy perusal stand against thy sight ; For who's so dumb that cannot ...
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D. Barnstorff. Loving offenders , thus I will excuse ye : - Thou dost love her , because thou know'st I love her ; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me , Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her . If I lose thee , my loss is ...
D. Barnstorff. Loving offenders , thus I will excuse ye : - Thou dost love her , because thou know'st I love her ; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me , Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her . If I lose thee , my loss is ...
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Сторінка 167 - SONNET CVII. 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, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Сторінка 119 - blood and judgment are so co-mingled That they are not a pipe, for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please: Give me that man That is not Passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart.—
Сторінка 102 - down-rased, And brass eternal, slave to mortal rage: 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,
Сторінка 105 - the whips and scorns of time, the oppressors wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make
Сторінка 194 - Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted, and no sooner had, 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
Сторінка 30 - I do not know Why yet I live to say "This thing 's to do; Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do 't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me; How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my
Сторінка 104 - TIR'D with all these, for restful death I cry;As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd, And^ maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill,
Сторінка 168 - now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now, with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him. I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insult* o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this
Сторінка 178 - SONNET CXVI. LET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempest, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Сторінка 60 - expence of many a vanish'd sight. Then, can I grieve at grievances fore-gone, And heavily from woe to woo tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay, as if not paid before : But if the while I think on