Bacon and Shakspere: Proof that William Shakspere Could Not Write. The Sonnets Written by Francis Bacon to the Earl of Essex and His Bride, A.D. 1590; Bacon Identified as the Concealed Poet Ignoto, A.D. 1589-1600Brentano Bros., 1886 - 48 strán (strany) |
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Strana 22
... heart of the widow Sidney : " That thou hast her , it is not all my grief , And yet it may be said I loved her dearly ; That she hath thee , is of my wailing chief , A loss in love that touches me more nearly . Loving offenders ! thus I ...
... heart of the widow Sidney : " That thou hast her , it is not all my grief , And yet it may be said I loved her dearly ; That she hath thee , is of my wailing chief , A loss in love that touches me more nearly . Loving offenders ! thus I ...
Strana 23
... heart , wrapt in a player's hide , supposes he is as well able to bumbast out a blank verse as the best of you ; and being an absolute Johannes factotum , is , in his owne con- ceyt , the onely Shake - scene in a countrie . " But , on ...
... heart , wrapt in a player's hide , supposes he is as well able to bumbast out a blank verse as the best of you ; and being an absolute Johannes factotum , is , in his owne con- ceyt , the onely Shake - scene in a countrie . " But , on ...
Strana 24
... heart another youth , And worse essays proved thee my best of love . " " 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 ...
... heart another youth , And worse essays proved thee my best of love . " " 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 ...
Strana 30
... Hearts ren [ e ] ging , causer of this . All my merry jigs are quite forgot , And my lady's love is lost , God wot : Where her faith was firmly fixed in love , There a nay is placed without remove . One silly cross wrought all my loss ...
... Hearts ren [ e ] ging , causer of this . All my merry jigs are quite forgot , And my lady's love is lost , God wot : Where her faith was firmly fixed in love , There a nay is placed without remove . One silly cross wrought all my loss ...
Strana 31
... Heart is bleeding , all help needing , O cruel speeding , fraughted with gall . My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal , My wether's bell rings doleful knell . My curtail dog that wont to have played , Plays not at all , but seems afraid ...
... Heart is bleeding , all help needing , O cruel speeding , fraughted with gall . My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal , My wether's bell rings doleful knell . My curtail dog that wont to have played , Plays not at all , but seems afraid ...
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Bacon and Shakspere: Proof that William Shakspere ... Could Not Write William Henry Burr Úplné zobrazenie - 1886 |
Bacon and Shakspere: Proof that William Shakspere Could Not Write. The ... William Henry Burr Úplné zobrazenie - 1886 |
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attempt to form autograph Bacon and Shakspere Bacon wrote Bacon's authorship Barnfield brief version CONCEALED POET IGNOTO couplet dedicated deed doth Earl of Essex edition of 1614 editor England's Helicon Faery Queen father Finis flocks feed Folio Francis Bacon George Peele Greville Halliwell-Phillipps hath heart HENRY BURR illiterate letter Lord Treasurer Burleigh love is lost Love's man-at-arms Marlowe Masques merry mortgage name Shaksper noto Nymph's Reply parallels Passionate Pilgrim past the best person pieces play writer praise proof of Bacon's published Queen's principal secretary receives a brand ren[e]ging Richard Barnfield Richard Grant White says secret authorship Shakspere's name Sheepheards Shepherd sign his name signature signed Ig signed Ignoto Sir Walter Raleigh smooth song song Sonnet 42 Spenser's spere's Stratford subscribed Ignoto sweet tavern sign thee Thomas Weelkes thou trustees is dated verses version of 1599 White's Shak widow Sidney William Shakspere write written xviii youth رہا
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Strana 25 - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies : A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider"d all with leaves of myrtle.
Strana 16 - 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...
Strana 24 - Everything 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...
Strana 16 - 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.
Strana 11 - Which though it alter not love's sole effect, Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight. I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, Nor thou with public kindness honour me, Unless thou take that honour from thy name: But do not so; I love thee in such sort As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
Strana 27 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Strana 26 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Strana 7 - 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...
Strana 15 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Strana 24 - Fie, fie, fie! now would she cry; Teru, teru! by and by: That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own. Ah ! thought I, thou...