Shakespeare Self-revealed in His Sonnets and Phoenix and TurtleSherratt & Hughes, 1904 - 275 páginas |
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... thing fiction is , as being subject to be drawn and wrested any way . But concerning human wisdom , I do ingenuously and freely confess , that I am inclined to imagine , that under some of the ancient fictions lay couched certain ...
... thing fiction is , as being subject to be drawn and wrested any way . But concerning human wisdom , I do ingenuously and freely confess , that I am inclined to imagine , that under some of the ancient fictions lay couched certain ...
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... things it is rightly interested in . But it is not interested specially in itself . In the degree of his wisdom , an artist is unconcerned about his work as his own ; -concerned about it only in the degree in which he would be , if it ...
... things it is rightly interested in . But it is not interested specially in itself . In the degree of his wisdom , an artist is unconcerned about his work as his own ; -concerned about it only in the degree in which he would be , if it ...
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... things that only seem . ' Hymn in Honour of Beauty . These same Hymns also show that Love of Fame was present to Spenser as the ' last infirmity of noble minds , ' and that to him Love of Beauty was the only one - if any that could ...
... things that only seem . ' Hymn in Honour of Beauty . These same Hymns also show that Love of Fame was present to Spenser as the ' last infirmity of noble minds , ' and that to him Love of Beauty was the only one - if any that could ...
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... things like the truth . For the fable and fiction are as it were , the form and soul of any poetical work or poem ... thing done , the doing , and the doer ; the thing feigned , the feigning , and the feigner ; so the poem , the poesy ...
... things like the truth . For the fable and fiction are as it were , the form and soul of any poetical work or poem ... thing done , the doing , and the doer ; the thing feigned , the feigning , and the feigner ; so the poem , the poesy ...
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... thing replete with too much rage , Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart ; So I , for fear of trust , forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite , And in mine own love's strength seem to decay , O'ercharged with ...
... thing replete with too much rage , Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart ; So I , for fear of trust , forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite , And in mine own love's strength seem to decay , O'ercharged with ...
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actors Addresses Fame Addresses the Spirit beauty's Ben Jonson better Cæsar Caliban Chester's poem conceit dead dear death dedication desire doth dramatist evidence evil expressed eyes Faerie Queene fair fear Folio gentle give glory grace Hall Halliwell-Phillipps Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven heavenly Horace Jonson King lines live look Love of Beauty Love of Fame Love's Martyr Lust of Fame manuscripts mistress Muse nature passion Passionate Pilgrim perfect Phoenix and Turtle plays poet poet's posterity praise Prospero published reference rhyme Robert Chester says seen self-love Shake Shakespeare Shakespeare's mind Shakespeare's Sonnets shalt shame Sidney Lee sight sorrow soul speak Spenser Spirit of Beauty STANZA Stratford Stratford-on-Avon thee thine things thou art thou dost thought thy love thy sweet thyself Tibullus Time's true truth Turtle Dove verse Virgil Whilst William Shakespeare words write written wrote youth
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Página 74 - 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, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Página 210 - How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
Página 188 - 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...
Página 236 - 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 express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 240 - 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...
Página 190 - 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 : » Referring to the obsequies for the dead.
Página 229 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Página 216 - 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 ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Página 203 - 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...
Página 235 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...