The Secret Drama of Shakespeare's SonnetsRichard Clay, 1888 - 482 ページ |
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... fair fame is at root the property of the nation , not to be fly - blown . or infected by the suspicions of pretended experts who keep on sending forth their smuts that stick where they fall on the youthful mind like " blacks " upon the ...
... fair fame is at root the property of the nation , not to be fly - blown . or infected by the suspicions of pretended experts who keep on sending forth their smuts that stick where they fall on the youthful mind like " blacks " upon the ...
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... fair fame of Shakspeare - if there had been such a story as modern ingenuity has discovered , we may be sure there were eyes keen enough amongst the Poet's contemporaries to have spied it out and made the most of it . His friendship ...
... fair fame of Shakspeare - if there had been such a story as modern ingenuity has discovered , we may be sure there were eyes keen enough amongst the Poet's contemporaries to have spied it out and made the most of it . His friendship ...
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... fair , " just as the cankers love the sweetest buds . Suspicion attaches to beauty , and sets it off ; -it is the black crow flying against the sweet blue heaven . It is in the natural order of things , that one in the position of the ...
... fair , " just as the cankers love the sweetest buds . Suspicion attaches to beauty , and sets it off ; -it is the black crow flying against the sweet blue heaven . It is in the natural order of things , that one in the position of the ...
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Gerald Massey. Fair , kind , and true , is all my argument , Fair , kind , and true , varying to other words ; And in this change is my invention spent , Three themes in one , which wondrous scope affords : Fair , kind , and true , have ...
Gerald Massey. Fair , kind , and true , is all my argument , Fair , kind , and true , varying to other words ; And in this change is my invention spent , Three themes in one , which wondrous scope affords : Fair , kind , and true , have ...
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... fair that fears no blot ? Thou may'st be false , and yet I know it not . Sonnet 92 . How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow , If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show . Sonnet 93 . For nothing this wide universe I call , Save thou ...
... fair that fears no blot ? Thou may'st be false , and yet I know it not . Sonnet 92 . How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow , If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show . Sonnet 93 . For nothing this wide universe I call , Save thou ...
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Adonis allusion Bacon Barley-Break beauty Beauty's Ben Jonson called character colour Court dear death dedication disgrace doth DRAMATIC SONNETS Earl of Southampton Earl's eclipse Elizabeth Vernon Essex eyes face fact fair false favour feeling flower fool Fortune Fytton Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath heart heaven honour King Lady Rich Latter Sonnets letter live look Lord Lord Mountjoy Love's Love's Labour's Lost lover Marlowe marriage married matter mind mistress Muse Nash nature never night passion Personal Sonnets player Plays poem Poet Poet's poetry praise printed Private Friends Queen Rowland White says Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sonnets Sidney Sidney's sight Sonnet 29 Sonnet 38 Sonnet 40 soul speak speaker spirit Stella sweet tell thee thine things thou art thought thyself true truth Venus and Adonis verse whilst William Herbert woman words writing written youth
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69 ページ - 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.
32 ページ - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
158 ページ - 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 ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
285 ページ - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the...
271 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 dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
282 ページ - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read. And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
271 ページ - That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and check'd even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight...
221 ページ - Past reason hated, as a swallowed 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 proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
212 ページ - 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.
287 ページ - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.