WORKS BY EDWARD DOWDEN, LL.D. SHAKSPERE: HIS MIND AND ART. Fifth Edition, large post 8vo, cloth, 128. "He has an unusual insight into the broader as well as the nicer meanings of Shakspere.. The book contains many valuable remarks on the drama." -Saturday Review. "This is a right good book, which our students of English literature should value and enjoy."-British Quarterly Review. "A better book as an introduction to the study of Shakspere than Professor Dowden's we do not know."- Westminster Review. STUDIES IN LITERATURE, 1789-1877. Large post 8vo, cloth, price 128. "Written with extreme care. . . . We return thanks to Professor Dowden for certainly the most thoughtful book of literary comment which we have seen for a long time." -Academy. POEMS. Second Edition, fcap. 8vo, cloth, price 5s. "A volume which, we venture to say, no true critic will read through without discovering in it, in greater or less degree, according to the measure of his own faculty, the criteria of true poetry, nor yet without acknowledging that it is poetry which has sprung straight out of the very surface of modern thoughts and emotions."-Spectator. SHAKSPERE'S SONNETS. THE PARCHMENT LIBRARY EDITION. Elzevir 8vo, limp parchment antique, 6s.; vellum, 7s. 6d. Edited by EDWARD DOWDEN. With a Frontispiece etched by LEOPOLD LOWENSTAM, after the Death Mask. "A more exquisite edition of these poems the book-lover can scarcely desire."-Notes and Queries. "Mr. Dowden has prefixed an interesting and well-proportioned introduction."-Saturday Review.` LONDON: KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH & Co., 1, PATERNOSTER SQUARE. 1. From fairest creatures we desire increase II. When forty winters shall besiege thy brow Those hours, that with gentle work did frame Then let not winter's ragged hand deface VII. Lo, in the Orient when the gracious light For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck When I consider every thing that grows But wherefore do not you a mightier way Who will believe my verse in time to come Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed If thou survive my well-contented day XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done XXXVI. Let me confess that we two must be twain XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits If the dull substance of my flesh were thought The other two, slight air and purging fire. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took Thus can my love excuse the slow offence So am I as the rich, whose blessed key |