The Five Authors of 'Shake-speares Sonnets'Chapman & Dodd, Limited, 1923 - 270 pagina's |
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Pagina 233
... haue done in it , I am ignorant : ( the eye that sees round about it selfe sees not into it selfe ) only your Honours applauding encouragement hath power to make mee arrogant . Incomprehensible is the heigth of your spirit both in ...
... haue done in it , I am ignorant : ( the eye that sees round about it selfe sees not into it selfe ) only your Honours applauding encouragement hath power to make mee arrogant . Incomprehensible is the heigth of your spirit both in ...
Pagina 253
... haue Astronomy , But not to tell of good , or euil lucke , Of plagues , of dearths , or seasons quallity ; Nor can I fortune to breefe mynuits tell , Pointing to each his thunder , raine and winde , Or say with Princes if it shal go wel ...
... haue Astronomy , But not to tell of good , or euil lucke , Of plagues , of dearths , or seasons quallity ; Nor can I fortune to breefe mynuits tell , Pointing to each his thunder , raine and winde , Or say with Princes if it shal go wel ...
Pagina 254
... haue done , Mine eyes haue drawne thy shape , and thine for me Are windowes to my brest , where - through the Sun Delights to peepe , to gaze therein on thee . Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art , They draw but what they see ...
... haue done , Mine eyes haue drawne thy shape , and thine for me Are windowes to my brest , where - through the Sun Delights to peepe , to gaze therein on thee . Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art , They draw but what they see ...
Pagina 255
... haue supposed dead , And there raignes Loue and all Loues louing parts , And all those friends which I thought buried . How many a holy and obsequious teare Hath deare religious loue stolne from mine eye , As interest of the dead ...
... haue supposed dead , And there raignes Loue and all Loues louing parts , And all those friends which I thought buried . How many a holy and obsequious teare Hath deare religious loue stolne from mine eye , As interest of the dead ...
Pagina 256
... haue still the losse , Th ' offenders sorrow lends but weake reliefe To him that beares the strong offenses crosse . Ah but those teares are pearls which thy loue sheeds , And they are ritch , and ransome all ill deeds . 35 No more bee ...
... haue still the losse , Th ' offenders sorrow lends but weake reliefe To him that beares the strong offenses crosse . Ah but those teares are pearls which thy loue sheeds , And they are ritch , and ransome all ill deeds . 35 No more bee ...
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The Five Authors of Shake-Speares Sonnets (Classic Reprint) Henry Telford Stonor Forrest Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2018 |
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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.