Shakespeare Self-revealed in His Sonnets and Phoenix and TurtleSherratt & Hughes, 1904 - 275 pages |
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... night , in every time and place , without mystrust ever to lose it . And thus in steade of goinge out of his witt with thought , as he must do that will consider the bodilye с beawty , he may come into his witt , to INTRODUCTION 17.
... night , in every time and place , without mystrust ever to lose it . And thus in steade of goinge out of his witt with thought , as he must do that will consider the bodilye с beawty , he may come into his witt , to INTRODUCTION 17.
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... night , Afraid of every danger's least dismay . Ne ought I see , though in the clearest day , When others gaze upon their shadows vain , But th ' only image of that heavenly ray , Whereof some glance doth in mine eye remain ; Of which ...
... night , Afraid of every danger's least dismay . Ne ought I see , though in the clearest day , When others gaze upon their shadows vain , But th ' only image of that heavenly ray , Whereof some glance doth in mine eye remain ; Of which ...
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... brain inherse , Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit , by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch , that struck me dead ? No , neither he , nor his compeers by night 66 SHAKESPEARE SELF - REVEALED.
... brain inherse , Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit , by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch , that struck me dead ? No , neither he , nor his compeers by night 66 SHAKESPEARE SELF - REVEALED.
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William Shakespeare J. Mort. No , neither he , nor his compeers by night Giving him aid , my verse astonished . He , nor that affable familiar ghost . Which nightly gulls him with intelligence , As victors of my silence cannot boast ; I ...
William Shakespeare J. Mort. No , neither he , nor his compeers by night Giving him aid , my verse astonished . He , nor that affable familiar ghost . Which nightly gulls him with intelligence , As victors of my silence cannot boast ; I ...
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... night , ' or ' familiar ghosts , ' which were supposed to be the usual assistants of poets , that affected him ; but it was when his rival directly addressed and praised Beauty , in his ' Hymns , ' and received his inspiration from ...
... night , ' or ' familiar ghosts , ' which were supposed to be the usual assistants of poets , that affected him ; but it was when his rival directly addressed and praised Beauty , in his ' Hymns , ' and received his inspiration from ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...