Literary Leaves, Volym 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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... turn of expression , though in some respects similar to Shakespeare's , it is not more so than that of his other contemporaries . It was the diction and idiom of the age . Shakespeare not being an Italian scholar , and not therefore ...
... turn of expression , though in some respects similar to Shakespeare's , it is not more so than that of his other contemporaries . It was the diction and idiom of the age . Shakespeare not being an Italian scholar , and not therefore ...
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... turn his skill and taste to a proper account . The sonnet is not adapted to all subjects , but to those only which may be treated in a small compass . A single senti- ment or principle may be expressed or illustrated within its narrow ...
... turn his skill and taste to a proper account . The sonnet is not adapted to all subjects , but to those only which may be treated in a small compass . A single senti- ment or principle may be expressed or illustrated within its narrow ...
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... contains , And that is this , and this with thee remains . I am to wait , though waiting so , be hell ; Not blame your pleasure , be it ill or well . For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies 14 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
... contains , And that is this , and this with thee remains . I am to wait , though waiting so , be hell ; Not blame your pleasure , be it ill or well . For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies 14 SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS .
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David Lester Richardson. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester , smell far worse than weeds . For we , that now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . But thence I ...
David Lester Richardson. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester , smell far worse than weeds . For we , that now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . But thence I ...
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... got Which for their habitation chose out thee ! Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot , And all things turn to fair , that eyes can see . ” Is this the style in which Shakespeare would have addressed SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS . 29.
... got Which for their habitation chose out thee ! Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot , And all things turn to fair , that eyes can see . ” Is this the style in which Shakespeare would have addressed SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS . 29.
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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...