The Secret Drama of Shakespeare's SonnetsRichard Clay, 1888 - 482 páginas |
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... called A Lover's excuse for his long Absence . Sonnet 122 , Upon the Receipt of a Table Book from his Mistress ; and 125 , An Entreaty for her Acceptance . The greater part of the titles however are general , and only attempt to ...
... called A Lover's excuse for his long Absence . Sonnet 122 , Upon the Receipt of a Table Book from his Mistress ; and 125 , An Entreaty for her Acceptance . The greater part of the titles however are general , and only attempt to ...
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... called forth ; and so many of the Sonnets have the sugges- tive sweetness of the lover's passionate words , the ecstatic sparkle of a lover's eyes , the tender , ineffable touch of a lover's hands , that in them it must be a man ...
... called forth ; and so many of the Sonnets have the sugges- tive sweetness of the lover's passionate words , the ecstatic sparkle of a lover's eyes , the tender , ineffable touch of a lover's hands , that in them it must be a man ...
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... called book.1 From this we learn that the Sonnets are an " intentional burlesque , " an " alle- gorical parody , " from beginning to end . The " entire Sonnets are a satire upon the reigning custom of Mistress - Sonneting , " although ...
... called book.1 From this we learn that the Sonnets are an " intentional burlesque , " an " alle- gorical parody , " from beginning to end . The " entire Sonnets are a satire upon the reigning custom of Mistress - Sonneting , " although ...
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... called in court or a hearing to be granted . The first question is whether the Sonnets say and substantiate these things that have been surmised and asserted by Brown and the feeble chatterers who echo him . This I deny . This I shall ...
... called in court or a hearing to be granted . The first question is whether the Sonnets say and substantiate these things that have been surmised and asserted by Brown and the feeble chatterers who echo him . This I deny . This I shall ...
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... called attention to them . He himself had publicly proclaimed that South- ampton was part in all that he had devoted to him ! Yet there is not a whisper against him . And why but because it was understood that they were Sonnets , not ...
... called attention to them . He himself had publicly proclaimed that South- ampton was part in all that he had devoted to him ! Yet there is not a whisper against him . And why but because it was understood that they were Sonnets , not ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adonis allusion Bacon Barley-Break beauty Beauty's Ben Jonson called character colour Court dear death dedication disgrace doth DRAMATIC SONNETS Earl of Southampton Earl's eclipse Elizabeth Vernon Essex eyes face fact fair false favour feeling flower fool Fortune Fytton Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath heart heaven honour King Lady Rich Latter Sonnets letter live look Lord Lord Mountjoy Love's Love's Labour's Lost lover Marlowe marriage married matter mind mistress Muse Nash nature never night passion Personal Sonnets player Plays poem Poet Poet's poetry praise printed Private Friends Queen Rowland White says Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sonnets Sidney Sidney's sight Sonnet 29 Sonnet 38 Sonnet 40 soul speak speaker spirit Stella sweet tell thee thine things thou art thought thyself true truth Venus and Adonis verse whilst William Herbert woman words writing written youth
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Página 69 - 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.
Página 32 - 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.
Página 158 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, 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 Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
Página 285 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the...
Página 271 - 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 dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
Página 282 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read. And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Página 271 - That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and check'd even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight...
Página 221 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Página 212 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Página 287 - 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.