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... character , by the poet for the amuse- ment of his friends . Much interesting work has been done by the champions of both the former theories . The most voluminous writer on the side of Southampton was Mr. Gerald Massey ( 1864 ) : on ...
... character , by the poet for the amuse- ment of his friends . Much interesting work has been done by the champions of both the former theories . The most voluminous writer on the side of Southampton was Mr. Gerald Massey ( 1864 ) : on ...
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... character . Being thus thoroughly convinced that Chapman was the poet indicated and attacked , I thought it probable that some indications of the reason for the rivalry , or for Shakespeare's enmity , might be found in Chapman's own ...
... character . Being thus thoroughly convinced that Chapman was the poet indicated and attacked , I thought it probable that some indications of the reason for the rivalry , or for Shakespeare's enmity , might be found in Chapman's own ...
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... character as with a chevaux - de- frise . He has wisely hesitated , rather than rashly joined in making a wanton charge of gross immor- ality and egregious folly against Shakespeare . " So careful is he of the lay figure into which his ...
... character as with a chevaux - de- frise . He has wisely hesitated , rather than rashly joined in making a wanton charge of gross immor- ality and egregious folly against Shakespeare . " So careful is he of the lay figure into which his ...
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... 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 , I must each day say o'er the ...
... 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 , I must each day say o'er the ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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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 46 - Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more: So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead,...
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.
Page 59 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 22 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
Page 51 - THE love I dedicate to your Lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours, what I have to do is yours ; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
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 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.
Page 131 - The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 83 - Th' endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore, brave conquerors ! — for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires...