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WORKS BY EDWARD DOWDEN, LL.D.
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.
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.
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
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
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
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
When I do count the clock that tells the time
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
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
XXI. So is it not with me as with that Muse
XXII. My glass shall not persuade me I am old
XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stell❜d
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
How can I then return in happy plight
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
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
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
How careful was I, when I took my way
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
What is your substance, whereof are you made