The Five Authors of 'Shake-speares Sonnets'Chapman & Dodd, Limited, 1923 - 270 pagina's |
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Pagina 24
... bear his memory : But thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'st thy light's flame with self substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies , Thyself thy foe , to thy sweet self too cruel . Thou that art now the ...
... bear his memory : But thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'st thy light's flame with self substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies , Thyself thy foe , to thy sweet self too cruel . Thou that art now the ...
Pagina 25
... bear'st love to any , Who for thyself art so unprovident . Grant , if thou wilt , thou are beloved of many , But that thou none lovest is most evident ; For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st ...
... bear'st love to any , Who for thyself art so unprovident . Grant , if thou wilt , thou are beloved of many , But that thou none lovest is most evident ; For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st ...
Pagina 54
... bear this ( or for the matter of that any other ) meaning . 2-3 . POOLER explains " You give me the abundance of your own sweetness as a subject for my verse . " No doubt this is what he meant to say , but again the words as they stand ...
... bear this ( or for the matter of that any other ) meaning . 2-3 . POOLER explains " You give me the abundance of your own sweetness as a subject for my verse . " No doubt this is what he meant to say , but again the words as they stand ...
Pagina 58
... bear , Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent My saucy bark , inferior far to his , He robs thee of , and pays it thee again . On your broad main doth wilfully appear . He lends thee virtue , and he stole that word Your shallowest help ...
... bear , Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent My saucy bark , inferior far to his , He robs thee of , and pays it thee again . On your broad main doth wilfully appear . He lends thee virtue , and he stole that word Your shallowest help ...
Pagina 58
... bear , My saucy bark , inferior far to his , On your broad main doth wilfully appear . Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat , Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride ; Or , being wreck'd , I am a worthless boat , He of tall ...
... bear , My saucy bark , inferior far to his , On your broad main doth wilfully appear . Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat , Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride ; Or , being wreck'd , I am a worthless boat , He of tall ...
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The Five Authors of Shake-Speares Sonnets (Classic Reprint) Henry Telford Stonor Forrest Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2018 |
The Five Authors of Shake-Speares Sonnets (Classic Reprint) Henry Telford Stonor Forrest Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 37 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower...
Pagina 130 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Pagina 95 - 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...
Pagina 122 - FROM you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy 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...
Pagina 88 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII. 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...
Pagina 148 - 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? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking ; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes...
Pagina 56 - 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?
Pagina 87 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world...
Pagina 112 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Pagina 36 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.