Literary Leaves, Volym 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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... moral character . His thinking it necessary to publish and immortalize the matter , makes it a thousand times worse . Shakespeare married at eighteen . His wife was eight years older . It is supposed that she did not contribute to his ...
... moral character . His thinking it necessary to publish and immortalize the matter , makes it a thousand times worse . Shakespeare married at eighteen . His wife was eight years older . It is supposed that she did not contribute to his ...
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... moral character appears as doubtful as his intellectual . In sonnet 33 , he says , that as " full many a glorious morning " has permitted " The basest clouds to ride , With ugly rack on his celestial face , And from the forlorn world ...
... moral character appears as doubtful as his intellectual . In sonnet 33 , he says , that as " full many a glorious morning " has permitted " The basest clouds to ride , With ugly rack on his celestial face , And from the forlorn world ...
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... any thing that may wear an objectionable aspect in such very uncertain indications of his moral character . I can discover no greater break or suspension between the 38 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS . ON SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS,
... any thing that may wear an objectionable aspect in such very uncertain indications of his moral character . I can discover no greater break or suspension between the 38 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS . ON SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS,
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... moral or physical attractions . It is not easy to say which is the most agreeable - its summer or its winter . Perhaps I must decide in favour of the former . The memory of many a smiling summer day still flashes upon my soul . If the ...
... moral or physical attractions . It is not easy to say which is the most agreeable - its summer or its winter . Perhaps I must decide in favour of the former . The memory of many a smiling summer day still flashes upon my soul . If the ...
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... moral system , that a sweet sensation steals gradually over the heart , even when we think we have reason to be sorrowful , and while we almost accuse ourselves of a want of feeling . The fretful hypochondriac would do well to bear this ...
... moral system , that a sweet sensation steals gradually over the heart , even when we think we have reason to be sorrowful , and while we almost accuse ourselves of a want of feeling . The fretful hypochondriac would do well to bear this ...
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Addison admiration amongst Anna Seward appears beauty Ben Jonson breathe Byron Campbell character charm critic delight diction Don Quixote dramatic dreams Drummond Dryden English English language excellence exquisite Falstaff fame fancy feeling genius Grongar Hill hath Hazlitt heart human humour Iago imagination imitation intellectual Italian Johnson Knight language Leigh Hunt less literary literature living look Lord Lord Byron Massinger merit Milton mind Moore moral Muse nature never noble o'er object observed Othello passages passion perhaps Petrarch poems poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular praise prose racter reader respect rhymes Roger de Coverley Sancho Sancho Panza says scene seems sense Shakespeare Shylock Sir Roger sonnets soul speak spirit stanza strange style sweet taste thee thine thing Thomas Moore thou thought tion Tory true truth uncle Toby verse vulgar Whig words Wordsworth writer written
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Sida 16 - 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...
Sida 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Sida 12 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Sida 13 - 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...
Sida 193 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Sida 192 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Sida 319 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Sida 228 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Sida 297 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Sida 253 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...