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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... thought and re- search to the Sonnets as personal documents , hop- ing to find therein some light on the poet's person- ality and life . Early in the eighteenth century attention was called to their personal tone , by Gildon , who con ...
... thought and re- search to the Sonnets as personal documents , hop- ing to find therein some light on the poet's person- ality and life . Early in the eighteenth century attention was called to their personal tone , by Gildon , who con ...
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... thought , and pursued my investiga- tions irrespective of the claims of Southamptonite or Pembrokite . The Pembroke theory is based upon the sugges- tion that the Sonnets to the patron were all written in and after the year 1598 ...
... thought , and pursued my investiga- tions irrespective of the claims of Southamptonite or Pembrokite . The Pembroke theory is based upon the sugges- tion that the Sonnets to the patron were all written in and after the year 1598 ...
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... thought I saw in Shakespeare's references to the " rival poet " something stronger than mere fear of a rival , and searching the Sonnets , have found other references than that suggested by Pro- fessor Minto , which not only more ...
... thought I saw in Shakespeare's references to the " rival poet " something stronger than mere fear of a rival , and searching the Sonnets , have found other references than that suggested by Pro- fessor Minto , which not only more ...
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... is impanneled A quest of thoughts , all tenants to the heart ; And by their verdict is determined The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part : 66 As thus : mine eye's due is thine outward 28 SHAKESPEARE AND THE RIVAL POET .
... is impanneled A quest of thoughts , all tenants to the heart ; And by their verdict is determined The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part : 66 As thus : mine eye's due is thine outward 28 SHAKESPEARE AND THE RIVAL POET .
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... thoughts of love doth share a part : So , either by the picture or my love , Thyself away art present still with me ; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move , And I am still with them and they with thee ; Or , if they sleep ...
... thoughts of love doth share a part : So , either by the picture or my love , Thyself away art present still with me ; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move , And I am still with them and they with thee ; Or , if they sleep ...
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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 88 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
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Page 156 - 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.
Page 38 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Page 60 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured 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 '11 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 CVIII.
Page 89 - Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair, And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
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