An Introduction to the Philosophy of Shakespeare's SonnetsN. Trübner & Company, 1868 - 82 pages |
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... judgments of the poet himself . But when we examine them we , first of all , find them so monotonous , so limited in their range of subject , that there seems little to be gained from them of insight into the myriad - minded man . And ...
... judgments of the poet himself . But when we examine them we , first of all , find them so monotonous , so limited in their range of subject , that there seems little to be gained from them of insight into the myriad - minded man . And ...
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... judgment , and reason - and gives a prelude to the move- ment of the Hegelian category - Identity , Difference , and Community . We have , first , the apprehension of beauty through the eyes , the judgment of beauty in the memory , the ...
... judgment , and reason - and gives a prelude to the move- ment of the Hegelian category - Identity , Difference , and Community . We have , first , the apprehension of beauty through the eyes , the judgment of beauty in the memory , the ...
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... judgment ; and it perfects itself in love for the universal soul as com- prehended by reason - for the universal soul , the " sacred universal love " which itself comprehends and unites all the THE SHAKESPEARIAN LOVE - PHILOSOPHY . 13.
... judgment ; and it perfects itself in love for the universal soul as com- prehended by reason - for the universal soul , the " sacred universal love " which itself comprehends and unites all the THE SHAKESPEARIAN LOVE - PHILOSOPHY . 13.
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... judgment , and the sign must serve instead of the thing signified . But the domestic relations of man and wife soon destroy the illusions of imagination , and no one is more exposed to be miserable than the artist who should demand from ...
... judgment , and the sign must serve instead of the thing signified . But the domestic relations of man and wife soon destroy the illusions of imagination , and no one is more exposed to be miserable than the artist who should demand from ...
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... judgment . The lover's fondness is a voluntary madness , of which he can give no account but this- " My heart is pleased to dote , " and it makes him pursue his mistress as she pursues others , asking only to be accepted as others are ...
... judgment . The lover's fondness is a voluntary madness , of which he can give no account but this- " My heart is pleased to dote , " and it makes him pursue his mistress as she pursues others , asking only to be accepted as others are ...
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absence affection amor beauty's becomes beget beloved youth better body character chivalrous love civil love coamantis comprehends constancy corporeal beauty dæmon Dante death declares dramas eternity evil exhibits eyes false fancy feeling friendship Gerald Massey gives grade Guido Cavalcanti heart Hence higher love idea ideal love imaginary imaginative love immortality jealousy judgment kinds of love knowledge later sonnets live love philosophy Love's Labour's Lost lover lower love marriage married memory mind mistress moral nature numbers outward passion person Petrarch phrenzied Plato poems poet poet's poetry says scale second series seems sense sentiment series of sonnets Shake Shakespeare Shakespeare's Sonnets Sonnet 20 Sonnet 21 Sonnet 37 Sonnet 66 sonnet writers Sonnets 133 soul speare's spirit stage of ideal stage of love step tells thee things thou thought tion triumph true truth universal Venus and Adonis verse Vita Nuova vulgar love whole woman women
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Page 51 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 79 - 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.
Page 17 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Page 73 - Desiring nought but how to kill desire. [Leave me, O love] Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust, Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Page 33 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
Page 53 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Page 28 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; •• Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear?
Page 26 - My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Page 79 - Oh 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 custom 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 32 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie...