Bacon and Shakespeare in the SonnetsBancroft, 1887 - 302 ページ |
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... hath got my use , And under thee their poesy disperse ;; in others ' works thou dost but mend the style , And arts with thy sweet graces graced be . " " Not only these lines , but the entire one hundred and fifty - four stanzas , are ...
... hath got my use , And under thee their poesy disperse ;; in others ' works thou dost but mend the style , And arts with thy sweet graces graced be . " " Not only these lines , but the entire one hundred and fifty - four stanzas , are ...
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... hath in the world an end , And kept unus'd , the user so destroys it . No love toward others in that bosom sits , That on himself such murtherous shame commits . Is it for fear of failure to exhibit Truth correctly that he remains ...
... hath in the world an end , And kept unus'd , the user so destroys it . No love toward others in that bosom sits , That on himself such murtherous shame commits . Is it for fear of failure to exhibit Truth correctly that he remains ...
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... hath not made for store , Harsh , featureless , and rude , barrenly perish : Look , whom she best endow'd , she gave the more , Which bounteous gift Thou shouldst in bounty cherish . She carv'd Thee for her seal , and meant thereby Thou ...
... hath not made for store , Harsh , featureless , and rude , barrenly perish : Look , whom she best endow'd , she gave the more , Which bounteous gift Thou shouldst in bounty cherish . She carv'd Thee for her seal , and meant thereby Thou ...
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... hath all too short a date ; Some time too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair some time declines , By chance , or nature's changing course , untrimm'd ; But Thy eternal ...
... hath all too short a date ; Some time too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair some time declines , By chance , or nature's changing course , untrimm'd ; But Thy eternal ...
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... hath more express'd O , learn to read what silent love hath writ ; To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit . He explains the diffidence with which he enters upon the work of composition . It is like the fear that disturbs an actor ...
... hath more express'd O , learn to read what silent love hath writ ; To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit . He explains the diffidence with which he enters upon the work of composition . It is like the fear that disturbs an actor ...
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95 ページ - O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
104 ページ - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy wortli, despite his cruel hand.
182 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
93 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.
94 ページ - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
212 ページ - Past reason hunted, and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallow'd 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. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
99 ページ - Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those.
145 ページ - Your name from hence immortal life shall have, 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.
157 ページ - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate ; The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving?
229 ページ - 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. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best...