Keats's Shakespeare: A Descriptive Study Based on New MaterialH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1928 - 178 Seiten |
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... loue old men ; if your fweet fway Allow Obedience ; if you your felues are old , Make it your caufe : Send downe , and take my part . Art not afham'd to looke vpon this Beard ? O Regan , will you take her by the hand ? Gon . Why not by ...
... loue old men ; if your fweet fway Allow Obedience ; if you your felues are old , Make it your caufe : Send downe , and take my part . Art not afham'd to looke vpon this Beard ? O Regan , will you take her by the hand ? Gon . Why not by ...
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... loue . To keepe her constancie in plight and youth , Out - liuing beauties outward , with a minde That doth renew swifter then blood decaies : ' Could I be convinced ' , continues Troilus , that my ' integrity and truth to you ' were ...
... loue . To keepe her constancie in plight and youth , Out - liuing beauties outward , with a minde That doth renew swifter then blood decaies : ' Could I be convinced ' , continues Troilus , that my ' integrity and truth to you ' were ...
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... Loue got fo fweet , as when defire did fue : Therefore this maxime out of loue I teach ; " Atchieuement , is command ; ungain'd , befeech . That though my hearts Contents firme loue doth beare , Nothing of that fhall from mine eyes ...
... Loue got fo fweet , as when defire did fue : Therefore this maxime out of loue I teach ; " Atchieuement , is command ; ungain'd , befeech . That though my hearts Contents firme loue doth beare , Nothing of that fhall from mine eyes ...
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... loue : for then , the Bold and Coward , The Wise and Foole , the Artist and vn - read , The hard and soft , seeme all affin'd , and kin . But in the Winde and Tempest of her frowne , Distinction with a lowd and powrefull fan , | Puffing ...
... loue : for then , the Bold and Coward , The Wise and Foole , the Artist and vn - read , The hard and soft , seeme all affin'd , and kin . But in the Winde and Tempest of her frowne , Distinction with a lowd and powrefull fan , | Puffing ...
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... Loue , loue , nothing but loue , still more : Par . For O loues Bow , Shootes Bucke and Doe : The Shaft confounds not that it wounds , But tickles still the sore : These Louers cry , oh ho they dye ; Yet that which seemes the wound to ...
... Loue , loue , nothing but loue , still more : Par . For O loues Bow , Shootes Bucke and Doe : The Shaft confounds not that it wounds , But tickles still the sore : These Louers cry , oh ho they dye ; Yet that which seemes the wound to ...
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Seite 69 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Seite 56 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Seite 60 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Seite 75 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Seite 91 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Seite 26 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Seite 74 - I have broke your hest to say so ! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Seite 110 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Seite 69 - ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Burthen [dispersedly, within The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be? i
Seite 111 - Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.