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... compare with Shakspere's rich and elaborate poem of 1855 lines , though , had the latter had more of the ear- lier maker's brevity , it would have attained greater fame " ( Furnivall ) . III . CRITICAL COMMENTS ON THE POEMS . [ From ...
... compare with Shakspere's rich and elaborate poem of 1855 lines , though , had the latter had more of the ear- lier maker's brevity , it would have attained greater fame " ( Furnivall ) . III . CRITICAL COMMENTS ON THE POEMS . [ From ...
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... Compare this with Shakspere : " And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare , Mark the poor wretch , to overshoot his troubles , How he outruns the wind , and with what care He cranks and crosses , with a thousand doubles : The many ...
... Compare this with Shakspere : " And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare , Mark the poor wretch , to overshoot his troubles , How he outruns the wind , and with what care He cranks and crosses , with a thousand doubles : The many ...
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... Compare- We feel that this is true . " By this Apollo's golden harp began To sound forth music to the ocean ; Which watchful Hesperus no sooner heard But he the day's bright - bearing car prepar'd , And ran before , as harbinger of ...
... Compare- We feel that this is true . " By this Apollo's golden harp began To sound forth music to the ocean ; Which watchful Hesperus no sooner heard But he the day's bright - bearing car prepar'd , And ran before , as harbinger of ...
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... compare the true and loving Helena with the lustful Venus , one must admit that the pur- suit of an unwilling man by a willing woman - though he was no Joseph , and she no Potiphar's wife — was not so distaste- ful to the Elizabethan ...
... compare the true and loving Helena with the lustful Venus , one must admit that the pur- suit of an unwilling man by a willing woman - though he was no Joseph , and she no Potiphar's wife — was not so distaste- ful to the Elizabethan ...
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... Compare , too , Lampatho in The Malcontent ( vol . i . p . 236 ) with Armado in Love's Labours Lost . Marston was steeped in Shak- spere , though to little good . * See The Fair Maid of the Exchange : 66 ' Cripple ] . But heare you sir ...
... Compare , too , Lampatho in The Malcontent ( vol . i . p . 236 ) with Armado in Love's Labours Lost . Marston was steeped in Shak- spere , though to little good . * See The Fair Maid of the Exchange : 66 ' Cripple ] . But heare you sir ...
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Page 56 - 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 dimm'd...
Page 61 - 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 possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 111 - 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...
Page 80 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully...
Page 105 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Page 20 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Page 63 - 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 : Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow ; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Page 207 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Page 85 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Page 68 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace, Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...