The Sonnets of William Shakespeare: New Light and Old EvidenceG. P. Putnam's sons, 1913 - 276 pages |
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... MUSES AND GOOD MINDES , LORD WILLIAM EARL OF KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE PEMBROKE , ORDER , ETC. Again in 1616 he showed even more emphatically how dearly he loved to give a lord his full titles , by adding also this dedicatory epistle ...
... MUSES AND GOOD MINDES , LORD WILLIAM EARL OF KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE PEMBROKE , ORDER , ETC. Again in 1616 he showed even more emphatically how dearly he loved to give a lord his full titles , by adding also this dedicatory epistle ...
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... muse And found such fair assistance in my verse , As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse . Thine eyes , that taught the dumb on high to sing And heavy ignorance aloft to fly , Have added feathers to the ...
... muse And found such fair assistance in my verse , As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse . Thine eyes , that taught the dumb on high to sing And heavy ignorance aloft to fly , Have added feathers to the ...
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... muse to the strained rhetoric of one poet who searches heaven itself for comparisons with his love . This poet I take to be Chapman , whose " Amorous Zodiac " and " School of Night , " perfectly answer this description . Of one poet he ...
... muse to the strained rhetoric of one poet who searches heaven itself for comparisons with his love . This poet I take to be Chapman , whose " Amorous Zodiac " and " School of Night , " perfectly answer this description . Of one poet he ...
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... Muse brings forth , That having such a scope to show her pride , The argument , all bare , is of more worth Than when it hath my added praise beside ! O , blame me not , if I no more can write ! Look in your glass , and there appears a ...
... Muse brings forth , That having such a scope to show her pride , The argument , all bare , is of more worth Than when it hath my added praise beside ! O , blame me not , if I no more can write ! Look in your glass , and there appears a ...
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... Muse , ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate ; And he that calls on thee , let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date . If my slight Muse do please these curious days , The pain be mine , but ...
... Muse , ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate ; And he that calls on thee , let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date . If my slight Muse do please these curious days , The pain be mine , but ...
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The Sonnets of William Shakespeare: New Light and Old Evidence Clara Longworth Chambrun No preview available - 2023 |
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Acheson admirable allusion Anthony à Wood Athena Oxoniensis Aubrey beauty's Ben Jonson better Chandos Portrait character Comedy Danvers Dark Lady dead dear death dedicated doth Earl of Essex Earl of Southampton fair false faults fear Florio Fulman gentle Gerald Massey give grace Group hast hate hath heart heaven Herbert honour Jonson King live London look Lord Southampton Love's Labour's Lost Majesty mayst mind mistress Muse never night Oxford painting patron Pembroke plays poems poet's praise printed published Queen rich Samuel Daniel seems Shake shalt Sir John Sir Sidney Lee Sir William d'Avenant sonnets soul speak spirit Stratford summer's thine eyes things Thorpe Thorpe's thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thy beauty thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth Venus and Adonis verse Welbeck Abbey William Shakespeare writ write written youth
Popular passages
Page 176 - 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...
Page 147 - 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...
Page 177 - 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.
Page 175 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Page 39 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, 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.
Page 147 - 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 possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Page 193 - 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.
Page 80 - 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?
Page 132 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go...
Page 207 - 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.