The Sonnets of William Shakespeare: New Light and Old EvidenceG. P. Putnam's sons, 1913 - 276 sayfa |
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Sayfa 16
... beauty hath no name no holy boure , But is prophan'd , if not liues in difgrace . H3 124 14 126 8 10 12 SeriesД 127 8 Therefore A Facsimile of page 57 of the Thorpe Edition of the Sonnets detached stanzas , concerning , as the legal ...
... beauty hath no name no holy boure , But is prophan'd , if not liues in difgrace . H3 124 14 126 8 10 12 SeriesД 127 8 Therefore A Facsimile of page 57 of the Thorpe Edition of the Sonnets detached stanzas , concerning , as the legal ...
Sayfa 17
... beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear- and in sonnet No. 27 he speaks of his friend's face , rising before his sleepless fancy , Which , like a jewel hung in ghastly night , Makes black night ...
... beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear- and in sonnet No. 27 he speaks of his friend's face , rising before his sleepless fancy , Which , like a jewel hung in ghastly night , Makes black night ...
Sayfa 18
... beauty , and talents , mean something if applied to Southampton , the only son of a widowed mother , but become absurd in connection with William Herbert , whose parents were both alive at that date and who had a charming brother of ...
... beauty , and talents , mean something if applied to Southampton , the only son of a widowed mother , but become absurd in connection with William Herbert , whose parents were both alive at that date and who had a charming brother of ...
Sayfa 30
... beauty set , And you in Grecian tires are painted new . • In all external grace you have some part But you like none , none you , for constant heart . The mother's beauty and widowhood are re- ferred to in No. 3 and No. 9 : Thou art thy ...
... beauty set , And you in Grecian tires are painted new . • In all external grace you have some part But you like none , none you , for constant heart . The mother's beauty and widowhood are re- ferred to in No. 3 and No. 9 : Thou art thy ...
Sayfa 31
... beauty nohow . " There is one sonnet , No. 122 in Thorpe's first series , which seems to me an explanation or apology to Southampton for giving away his own precious copy of these poems . 122 Thy gift , thy tables , are within my brain ...
... beauty nohow . " There is one sonnet , No. 122 in Thorpe's first series , which seems to me an explanation or apology to Southampton for giving away his own precious copy of these poems . 122 Thy gift , thy tables , are within my brain ...
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Sayfa 176 - 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...
Sayfa 147 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Sayfa 177 - 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.
Sayfa 175 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Sayfa 39 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, 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 insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Sayfa 147 - 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...
Sayfa 193 - When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Sayfa 80 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
Sayfa 132 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go...
Sayfa 207 - 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.