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The songs, poems and sonnets of Wm. Shakespeare
The songs poems and sonnets of Wm Shakespeare Author:William Shakespeare Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ventured to detach it from the two appended lines, and to place it among the recognised Sonnets. Of course its placement is purely conjectural. (See note). (4.) ... more »The double numbering in the case of the series addressed to a woman : the first numbers are those of general acceptance, the second, in brackets, indicative of each sonnet's place in this special series. Veritably, to use Shakespeare's own phrase, these 'deep brained sonnets ' are a legacy of inestimable value. " Subtle as Sphinx ; a-s sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony." Their sonority, their grandeur, their beauty, their deep-reaching music and subtle human 'reverberations,' are ours whensoever we will: but still more may we find strength and refreshment in the great nature they reveal,—self-abnegating, loyal, reaching down from the heights of Supremity with a humility that has in it something of pathos as well as of spiritual nobility. WILLIAM SHARP. chapter{Section 4 Songs from tbe COME UNTO THESE YELLOW SANDS. (ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing.) 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, aweot sprites, the burthen bear. [Btirth. (Echo) diepersedly.] Hark, hark ! The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.n. SEA MAGIO. ( Where should this music Je ? f the air or the earth ? It sounds no more : and, sure, it waits upon Some god o' (lie island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept oy me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone. N...« less