Remarks on the Sonnets of Shakespeare: With the Sonnets. Sho Wing that They Belong to the Hermetic Class of Writings, and Explaining Their General Meaning and Purpose |
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... shalt by fortune once more re - survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time ; etc. These lines are addressed to any modern reader who recognizes the spirit of the poet , by sharing it ...
... shalt by fortune once more re - survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time ; etc. These lines are addressed to any modern reader who recognizes the spirit of the poet , by sharing it ...
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... shalt find Those children nurs'd deliver'd from thy brain , To take a new acquaintance of thy mind . These offices , so oft as thou wilt look , Shall profit thee , and much enrich thy book . The " book " here spoken of is the man's own ...
... shalt find Those children nurs'd deliver'd from thy brain , To take a new acquaintance of thy mind . These offices , so oft as thou wilt look , Shall profit thee , and much enrich thy book . The " book " here spoken of is the man's own ...
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... shalt see , Despite of wrinkles , this thy golden time . But if thou live , remember'd not to be , Die single , and thine image dies with thee . Vide REMARKS , pp . 16 , 76 , 77 : also Sonnets 77 , 78 . IV . Unthrifty loveliness , why ...
... shalt see , Despite of wrinkles , this thy golden time . But if thou live , remember'd not to be , Die single , and thine image dies with thee . Vide REMARKS , pp . 16 , 76 , 77 : also Sonnets 77 , 78 . IV . Unthrifty loveliness , why ...
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... shalt hap to die , The world will wail thee , like a makeless wife ; The world will be thy widow , and still weep That thou no form of thee hast left behind , When every private widow well may keep , By children's eyes , her husband's ...
... shalt hap to die , The world will wail thee , like a makeless wife ; The world will be thy widow , and still weep That thou no form of thee hast left behind , When every private widow well may keep , By children's eyes , her husband's ...
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... to thyself , at least , kind - hearted prove : : Make thee another self , for love of me , That beauty still may live in thine or thee . Vide Sonnets 74 , 78 . ΧΙ . As fast as thou shalt wane , so 114 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
... to thyself , at least , kind - hearted prove : : Make thee another self , for love of me , That beauty still may live in thine or thee . Vide Sonnets 74 , 78 . ΧΙ . As fast as thou shalt wane , so 114 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
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142d Sonnet 147th Sonnet 1st Sonnet 20th Sonnet antique beauteous Beauty's Rose beauty's summer better blessed called conceived dead dear death divine doctrine dost thou doth dramas dull substance eternal evil expression fair fair brow false feminine figured gentle ghastly night gift give grace hast hate hath heart heaven hermetic higher spirit Hippolyta ideal illusory promises live look love's master-mistress meaning mind mistress Muse mystical nature nature's object addressed opening Sonnets passion perfect poet's poetic praise Pyramus and Thisbe reader referred seen sense shalt sight Sonnet 18 Sonnet 24 Sonnet the poet Sonnets 36 Sonnets 53 Sonnets 67 soul speak spirit of beauty tells thee thine eyes things thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thy beauty thy love thy sweet thyself Time's true truth unbred unity verse Vide REMARKS Vide Sonnets Whilst woman write
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Page 137 - 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 122 - 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 134 - 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 133 - 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 134 - 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. Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night. And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.
Page 106 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held ; Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
Page 211 - 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.
Page 156 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Page 220 - 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.
Page 169 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage...