Remarks on the Sonnets of Shakespeare: With the Sonnets. Sho Wing that They Belong to the Hermetic Class of Writings, and Explaining Their General Meaning and PurposeJ. Miller, 1866 - 290 ページ |
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... poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time ; etc. These lines are addressed to any modern reader who recognizes the spirit of the poet , by sharing it ; and the poet asks , of such a reader ...
... poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time ; etc. These lines are addressed to any modern reader who recognizes the spirit of the poet , by sharing it ; and the poet asks , of such a reader ...
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... poor retention , " unable to hold so much as the spiritual writing upon the heart - in keeping with the true sense of the clos- ing verse of the gospel of John : and then he says : Nor need I tallies [ or writings ] thy dear love to ...
... poor retention , " unable to hold so much as the spiritual writing upon the heart - in keeping with the true sense of the clos- ing verse of the gospel of John : and then he says : Nor need I tallies [ or writings ] thy dear love to ...
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... poor , That when she dies with beauty dies her store . * * * * * For beauty starv'd with her severity , Cuts beauty off from all posterity . Here is language similar to that of the opening Sonnets , as addressed to Beauty's Rose ...
... poor , That when she dies with beauty dies her store . * * * * * For beauty starv'd with her severity , Cuts beauty off from all posterity . Here is language similar to that of the opening Sonnets , as addressed to Beauty's Rose ...
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... poor as mine May make seem bare , in wanting words to show it , But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought , all naked , will bestow it ; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving , Points on me graciously with ...
... poor as mine May make seem bare , in wanting words to show it , But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought , all naked , will bestow it ; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving , Points on me graciously with ...
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... poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , — Compare them with the bettering of the time ; And though they be outstripp'd by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rhyme , Exceeded by the height of happier men . O , then ...
... poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , — Compare them with the bettering of the time ; And though they be outstripp'd by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rhyme , Exceeded by the height of happier men . O , then ...
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142d Sonnet 147th Sonnet 1st Sonnet 20th Sonnet antique beauteous Beauty's Rose beauty's summer better blessed called conceived dead dear death divine doctrine dost thou doth dramas dull substance eternal evil expression fair fair brow false feminine figured gentle ghastly night gift give grace hast hate hath heart heaven hermetic higher spirit Hippolyta ideal illusory promises live look love's master-mistress meaning mind mistress Muse mystical nature nature's object addressed opening Sonnets passion perfect poet's poetic praise Pyramus and Thisbe reader referred seen sense shalt sight Sonnet 18 Sonnet 24 Sonnet the poet Sonnets 36 Sonnets 53 Sonnets 67 soul speak spirit of beauty tells thee thine eyes things thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thy beauty thy love thy sweet thyself Time's true truth unbred unity verse Vide REMARKS Vide Sonnets Whilst woman write
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137 ページ - 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.
122 ページ - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...
134 ページ - 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...
133 ページ - 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 possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
134 ページ - 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. Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night. And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.
106 ページ - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held ; Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
211 ページ - 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.
156 ページ - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
220 ページ - 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 tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
169 ページ - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage...