Remarks on the Sonnets of Shakespeare: With the Sonnets. Sho Wing that They Belong to the Hermetic Class of Writings, and Explaining Their General Meaning and PurposeJ. Miller, 1866 - 290 頁 |
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... Writing is a species of painting ; and as no artist upon canvas can be permitted to interpret his own picture , so no artistic hermetic writer can be allowed to translate into didactic statements the meaning of his own scripture or writing ...
... Writing is a species of painting ; and as no artist upon canvas can be permitted to interpret his own picture , so no artistic hermetic writer can be allowed to translate into didactic statements the meaning of his own scripture or writing ...
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... between the highest order of genius , and the subtle pervadings which bind all mankind in a brotherhood as fixed as the everlasting principles of truth . There are so many forms of hermetic writing in the 6 [ CHAP . I. REMARKS ON.
... between the highest order of genius , and the subtle pervadings which bind all mankind in a brotherhood as fixed as the everlasting principles of truth . There are so many forms of hermetic writing in the 6 [ CHAP . I. REMARKS ON.
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... writing in the world , that it is next to impossible to give any definition by which they may be distinguished . It may indeed be asserted that they all aim to illus- trate life ; and life may therefore be said to be the secret of all ...
... writing in the world , that it is next to impossible to give any definition by which they may be distinguished . It may indeed be asserted that they all aim to illus- trate life ; and life may therefore be said to be the secret of all ...
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... write series of son- nets , generally love - sonnets , apparently addressed to some lady , in the fashion of Petrarch in an earlier age , whose sonnets were addressed to Laura - said to have been the wife of a dear friend of the poet ...
... write series of son- nets , generally love - sonnets , apparently addressed to some lady , in the fashion of Petrarch in an earlier age , whose sonnets were addressed to Laura - said to have been the wife of a dear friend of the poet ...
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... write , and wits to conceive , of which we might well want words , but never matter ; of which we could turn our eyes to nothing but we should ever find new budding occa- sions . " In another place of the Defence , Sidney refers to ...
... write , and wits to conceive , of which we might well want words , but never matter ; of which we could turn our eyes to nothing but we should ever find new budding occa- sions . " In another place of the Defence , Sidney refers to ...
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142d Sonnet 147th Sonnet 1st Sonnet 20th Sonnet antique beauteous Beauty's Rose beauty's summer better blessed called conceived dead dear death divine doctrine dost thou doth dramas dull substance eternal evil expression fair fair brow false feminine figured gentle ghastly night gift give grace hast hate hath heart heaven hermetic higher spirit Hippolyta ideal illusory promises live look love's master-mistress meaning mind mistress Muse mystical nature nature's object addressed opening Sonnets passion perfect poet's poetic praise Pyramus and Thisbe reader referred seen sense shalt sight Sonnet 18 Sonnet 24 Sonnet the poet Sonnets 36 Sonnets 53 Sonnets 67 soul speak spirit of beauty tells thee thine eyes things thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thy beauty thy love thy sweet thyself Time's true truth unbred unity verse Vide REMARKS Vide Sonnets Whilst woman write
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第 137 頁 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
第 122 頁 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...
第 134 頁 - 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, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
第 133 頁 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
第 134 頁 - I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night. And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.
第 106 頁 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held ; Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
第 211 頁 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
第 156 頁 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
第 220 頁 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
第 169 頁 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage...