The Sonnets of William Shakespeare: New Light and Old EvidenceG. P. Putnam's sons, 1913 - 276 sayfa |
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Sayfa 52
... manner of my pity - wanting pain . If I might teach thee wit , better it were , Tho ' not to love - yet love to tell me so- As testy sick men , when their deaths are near , No news but health , from their physician know— For if I should ...
... manner of my pity - wanting pain . If I might teach thee wit , better it were , Tho ' not to love - yet love to tell me so- As testy sick men , when their deaths are near , No news but health , from their physician know— For if I should ...
Sayfa 84
... manners and a most agreeable companion . He had the honour to meet with many great marks of favour and friendship from the Earl of Southampton , famous in the history of that time for his friendship with the unfortunate Essex ; it was ...
... manners and a most agreeable companion . He had the honour to meet with many great marks of favour and friendship from the Earl of Southampton , famous in the history of that time for his friendship with the unfortunate Essex ; it was ...
Sayfa 100
... manner so vividly described by John Aubrey , when , accompanied by three secretaries to set down his Lordship's witty remarks in " table books , " he discoursed in language " nobly cen- sorious " as Ben Jonson said , " commanding where ...
... manner so vividly described by John Aubrey , when , accompanied by three secretaries to set down his Lordship's witty remarks in " table books , " he discoursed in language " nobly cen- sorious " as Ben Jonson said , " commanding where ...
Sayfa 107
... manner and form following : First , I commend my soul into the hands of God my creator , hoping , and assuredly believing , through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour , to be made partaker of life everlasting ; and my body to ...
... manner and form following : First , I commend my soul into the hands of God my creator , hoping , and assuredly believing , through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour , to be made partaker of life everlasting ; and my body to ...
Sayfa 138
... manners may I sing , When thou art all the better part of me ? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring ? And what is ' t but mine own when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live , And our dear love lose name of single ...
... manners may I sing , When thou art all the better part of me ? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring ? And what is ' t but mine own when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live , And our dear love lose name of single ...
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Acheson admirable allusion Anthony à Wood Athena Oxoniensis Aubrey beauty's Ben Jonson better Chandos Portrait character Comedy Danvers Dark Lady dead dear death dedicated doth Earl of Essex Earl of Southampton fair false faults fear Florio Fulman gentle Gerald Massey give grace Group hast hate hath heart heaven Herbert honour Jonson King live London look Lord Southampton Love's Labour's Lost Majesty mayst mind mistress Muse never night Oxford painting patron Pembroke plays poems poet's praise printed published Queen rich Samuel Daniel seems Shake shalt Sir John Sir Sidney Lee Sir William d'Avenant sonnets soul speak spirit Stratford summer's thine eyes things Thorpe Thorpe's thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thy beauty thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth Venus and Adonis verse Welbeck Abbey William Shakespeare writ write written youth
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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.