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Great Pan Lives; Shakespeare's Sonnets, 20-126: With Paraphrase and ...
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argument Beauty's lovers Beauty's summer better blessed blessed my soul brain cf line cf Shelley cf Wordsworth's Conscience Cymbeline dead dear decay Desire direct praise doth dream dull eclipse eternal excuse fair false Fancy faults favour fear flower gave my heart genius gentle gilded give Hamlet hast hath heart heaven Henry IV honour Ideal illusion inspiration leave line 9 lines 13 live look lose love of Beauty love's Lycidas Macbeth mayst Measure for Measure Midsummer Night's Dream mind Muse Muse's night numbers offence outward grace Paradise Lost perfect pleasure poet poet's primitive Idealism shadow Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sight sing sonnets sorrow soul soul's speak in effect sportiveness steal Tempest thee thine things thou art thou dost thought of Beauty thy love Time's toil true Beauty true eye true love Truth Twelfth Night verse Virtue Winter's Tale youth
Page 178 - for my sake do you with fortune chide The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide 4 Than public means, which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand; And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the
Page 177 - My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose which ever is the same. Stern lawgiver! Yet thou dost wear The godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair, As is the smile upon thy face; Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads.
Page 187 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 12 But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me
Page 24 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, 12 Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are
Page 108 - As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, 8 Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Page 24 - I When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, 4 And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste; Then can I drown an eye
Page 167 - I When in the. chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, 4 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
Page 123 - man of war; Master Jonson, like the former was built far higher in learning, solid but slow in his performances; Shakspeare, with the English man of war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 150 - stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, 12 The basest weed outbraves his dignity : For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. 94