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... , 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 shape in mind . Look , what an unthrift in the world doth spend IN THE SONNETS . 27.
... , 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 shape in mind . Look , what an unthrift in the world doth spend IN THE SONNETS . 27.
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... mind , " is the same as if he had besought Truth to aid him in giving direction to his thoughts . Such " hate " ( indifference ) as Truth exhibits , and such " love " ( desire ) as he feels to work , ought not to dwell in the same ...
... mind , " is the same as if he had besought Truth to aid him in giving direction to his thoughts . Such " hate " ( indifference ) as Truth exhibits , and such " love " ( desire ) as he feels to work , ought not to dwell in the same ...
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... that could be removed without affect- ing the grand entirety of the work in which it appears . As problems in the philosophy of mind , aside from their attractive garb of language and imagery , 32 BACON AND SHAKESPEARE.
... that could be removed without affect- ing the grand entirety of the work in which it appears . As problems in the philosophy of mind , aside from their attractive garb of language and imagery , 32 BACON AND SHAKESPEARE.
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... mind , when body's work's expir'd ; For then My thoughts , from far where I abide , Intend a zealous pilgrimage to Thee , And keep My drooping eyelids open wide , Looking on darkness , which the blind do see : Save that My soul's ...
... mind , when body's work's expir'd ; For then My thoughts , from far where I abide , Intend a zealous pilgrimage to Thee , And keep My drooping eyelids open wide , Looking on darkness , which the blind do see : Save that My soul's ...
Página 53
... mind " ( he would contem- plate , arrange , and fill up the parts of his drama ) . His thoughts would lead him " from far where I abide " ( to the countries and cities where his scenes were located ) on a " zealous pilgrimage to Thee ...
... mind " ( he would contem- plate , arrange , and fill up the parts of his drama ) . His thoughts would lead him " from far where I abide " ( to the countries and cities where his scenes were located ) on a " zealous pilgrimage to Thee ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adagia addressed alluded appear authorship Bacon and Shakespeare Baconian theory beauty's better character composition concealed Cymbeline dear death decay delight delineation doth dramas Elizabeth Essex fair false faults favor fear flowers fortune Francis Bacon genius give grace Gray's Gray's Inn grief hast hate hath heart Henry VI hundred illustrate immortal labors lest lines live look Lord Lord Bacon Love's Love's Labor's Lost Lucrece Macbeth means memory ment merit mind Mistress Muse nature never night Novum Organum Othello pity play poem poet praise queen says Shake shame SONNET sorrow speare summer theatre Thee things Thou art Thou dost Thou Truth Thy beauty Thy love Thy sweet Thy Thought Thyself Time's Timon Timon of Athens tion Tragedy true Truth and Beauty Venus and Adonis verse weed William Shakespeare words write written youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 186 - 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...
Página 111 - O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Página 210 - Past reason hunted, and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallow'd 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. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Página 150 - 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?
Página 192 - 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.
Página 21 - Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime : So thou through windows of thine age shall see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
Página 172 - The forward violet thus did I chide : 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.
Página 125 - In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
Página 102 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Página 181 - 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 shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.