 | Simon Brittan - 2003 - 242 стор.
...know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. (Sonnet 130) Convention after convention is rejected, love is demystified... | |
 | Peter Hyland - 2003 - 242 стор.
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 | Randall Barron - 2000 - 258 стор.
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 | Jerry Bobrow, Ph.D. - 2007 - 530 стор.
...red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Questions A. What is the main point of the poem? B. Poems in praise... | |
 | Bernard Shaw - 2004 - 48 стор.
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... red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never... 
