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Page 38
... nought esteems that face of thine , To which Love's eyes pay tributary gazes ; Nor thy soft hands , sweet lips and crystal eyne ,. Whose full perfection all the world amazes ; But having thee at vantage - wondrous dread ! - Would root ...
... nought esteems that face of thine , To which Love's eyes pay tributary gazes ; Nor thy soft hands , sweet lips and crystal eyne ,. Whose full perfection all the world amazes ; But having thee at vantage - wondrous dread ! - Would root ...
Page 53
... , Like the proceedings of a drunken brain , Full of respects , yet not at all respecting : In hand with all things , nought at all effecting . 910 Here kennell'd in a brake she finds a hound , 53 Venus and Adonis Verses 150-152.
... , Like the proceedings of a drunken brain , Full of respects , yet not at all respecting : In hand with all things , nought at all effecting . 910 Here kennell'd in a brake she finds a hound , 53 Venus and Adonis Verses 150-152.
Page 95
... nought ? Think women still to strive with men , To sin and never for to saint : There is no heaven , by holy then , When time with age shall them attaint . Were kisses all the joys in bed , One woman would another wed . 45 But , soft ...
... nought ? Think women still to strive with men , To sin and never for to saint : There is no heaven , by holy then , When time with age shall them attaint . Were kisses all the joys in bed , One woman would another wed . 45 But , soft ...
Page 102
... NOUGHT ; " all to n . " , good for no- thing ; 993 . NUZZLING , thrusting the nose in ; ( Qq . " nousling " ) ; 1115 . O'ERSTRAW'D , o'erstrewed ; 1143 . ORIENT , bright - shining ; 981 . OWE , own ; 411 . PACK , begone ; P.P. xv . 17 ...
... NOUGHT ; " all to n . " , good for no- thing ; 993 . NUZZLING , thrusting the nose in ; ( Qq . " nousling " ) ; 1115 . O'ERSTRAW'D , o'erstrewed ; 1143 . ORIENT , bright - shining ; 981 . OWE , own ; 411 . PACK , begone ; P.P. xv . 17 ...
Page 105
... nought ' ( rhyming with wrought ' ) ; Dyce , ' all - to naught ' ; Delius , ' all - to - naught ' . 1002. ' decease ' ; early Qq . , ' decesse ' ( rhyming with ' confess ' ) . 1013-1014 . ' stories His ' ; Theobald's conjecture ; Qq ...
... nought ' ( rhyming with wrought ' ) ; Dyce , ' all - to naught ' ; Delius , ' all - to - naught ' . 1002. ' decease ' ; early Qq . , ' decesse ' ( rhyming with ' confess ' ) . 1013-1014 . ' stories His ' ; Theobald's conjecture ; Qq ...
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Page iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Page 96 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 96 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 80 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Page 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Page 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Page iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...
Page xiii - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
Page 48 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...