Shakespeare's SonnetsHarper & Brothers, 1893 - 187 strán (strany) |
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Strana 4
... address on receipt of price as quoted . if ordered sent by mail , 10 per cent . should be added to the price to cover cost of postage . Copyright , 1883 , bv HARPER & BROTHERS . PREFACE . In this volume , as almost every page KC12191 ...
... address on receipt of price as quoted . if ordered sent by mail , 10 per cent . should be added to the price to cover cost of postage . Copyright , 1883 , bv HARPER & BROTHERS . PREFACE . In this volume , as almost every page KC12191 ...
Strana 10
... address " To the Reader " by Benson , in which he asserts that the poems are " of the same purity the Authour himselfe then living avouched , " and that they will be found " seren , cleere and eligantly plaine . " He adds that by ...
... address " To the Reader " by Benson , in which he asserts that the poems are " of the same purity the Authour himselfe then living avouched , " and that they will be found " seren , cleere and eligantly plaine . " He adds that by ...
Strana 11
... addressed to Lord Southampton , to Sir William Herbert , to his own wife , to Lady Rich , to his child , to his nephew , to himself , to his muse . The ' W. H. ' in the dedication has been interpreted as William Herbert , William Hughes ...
... addressed to Lord Southampton , to Sir William Herbert , to his own wife , to Lady Rich , to his child , to his nephew , to himself , to his muse . The ' W. H. ' in the dedication has been interpreted as William Herbert , William Hughes ...
Strana 15
... addressing a young man perhaps of twenty years , in the fresh bloom of beauty ; he celebrates with de- light the floral grace of youth , to which the first touch of time will be a taint ; those lines of thought and care , which his own ...
... addressing a young man perhaps of twenty years , in the fresh bloom of beauty ; he celebrates with de- light the floral grace of youth , to which the first touch of time will be a taint ; those lines of thought and care , which his own ...
Strana 19
... addressed to Queen Elizabeth , some to Anne Hathaway , some to his boy Hamnet , some to the Earl of Pembroke or the Earl of Southampton ; it is impossible to make all these poems ( 1-126 ) apply to a single person . Difficulties of this ...
... addressed to Queen Elizabeth , some to Anne Hathaway , some to his boy Hamnet , some to the Earl of Pembroke or the Earl of Southampton ; it is impossible to make all these poems ( 1-126 ) apply to a single person . Difficulties of this ...
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Accented Astrophel and Stella beauty beauty's begetter Capell corrected by Malone dark dead dear death dedication doth Dowden asks Dowden compares Dowden remarks face fair false faults fear gentle Gentlemen of Verona Gildon give grace hast hate hath heaven Herbert honour Lettsom live look love's Lover's Complaint Macb Malone compares Malone quotes marjoram Mary Fitton mayst meaning Measure for Measure mistress Muse night Noble Kinsmen painted Palgrave passion Passionate Pilgrim pity poems poet praise proud quarto rhyme Rich rival poet Schmidt seems sense Sewell Shak Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere's friend Shakspere's love shame Sonn Sonnet 13 Sonnet 20 Sonnets soul spere's spirit suggests summer tell thee thine eyes things thou art thou dost thought thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth unkind Venus and Adonis verse Walker Will's wilt word worth youth
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Strana 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...
Strana 82 - That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Strana 178 - 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. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue; On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Strana 61 - Do in consent shake hands to torture me ; The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day, to please him thou art bright And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexion'cl night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
Strana 96 - Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Strana 48 - Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
Strana 111 - To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
Strana 60 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide...
Strana 74 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses. Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves.
Strana 83 - 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.