Shakespeare and the Rival Poet: Displaying Shakespeare as a Satirist and Proving the Identity of the Patron and the Rival of the SonnetsJohn Lane, 1903 - 360 pages |
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21st Sonnet Amorous Zodiac attack Banquet of Sense beauty beauty's believe Biron blood breast breath brow canzonette Chapman dark lady dear dedication divine doth doubt earth evidently eyes fair fame fear fire George Chapman give glory grace hath heart heaven Holofernes Homer honour humour ignorance Iliad Ilythia indicates L'Envoi later learning light lines lives Love's Labor's Lost Lucrece men's mind Mistress Philosophy Muse never nought Ovid Ovid's Banquet passage patron peare peare's Pembroke period plainly poet's praise prove published refers rich rival poet sacred satire says school of night scorn seed of memory sequence Shadow of Night Shakes Shakespeare shine sing SONNET 56 Sonnets 33 soul Southampton spirit sweet Tears of Peace thee theory thine things Thorpe thou thought tongues Troilus and Cressida true Venus and Adonis verse virtue words worth write written
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Page 57 - Nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come." Compare this with Sonnet 106: " So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring." Sonnet 107 continues: " Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Page 33 - 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.
Page 92 - ^Eschylus, Euripides, and Sophocles to us; Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova, dead, To life again, to hear thy buskin tread And shake a stage: or, when thy socks were on, Leave thee alone, for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece, or haughty Rome, Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
Page 130 - Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime." SONNET 4. " Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy ? " SONNET 5. " Those hours that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell." SONNET 6.
Page 81 - King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death: When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge,
Page 29 - To thee I send this written ambassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it.
Page 105 - of poesy, caret. Ovidius Naso was the man: and why, indeed, Naso, but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing: so doth the hound his master, the ape his keeper, the tired horse his rider.
Page 32 - O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: ' Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.'
Page 51 - What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit ? What's new to speak, what new to register, That may express my love, or thy dear merit? Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine, Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine.