SonetosEditorial Renacimiento, 2004 - 327 pages |
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Page 10
... aun no siendo un relato preciso y cronológico de una relación amorosa , o más bien de amistad con el joven , y de amor , pasión física y celos con la mujer , los sonetos pueden ser encuadrados en seis grupos , siguiendo a C. A. Brown ...
... aun no siendo un relato preciso y cronológico de una relación amorosa , o más bien de amistad con el joven , y de amor , pasión física y celos con la mujer , los sonetos pueden ser encuadrados en seis grupos , siguiendo a C. A. Brown ...
Page 13
... aun así hay poesía , como ciertos sonetos de Shakespeare , que no quiero recordar porque me duelen casi físicamente : tanto y tan bien presentan para mí mi propia vida . » > Si los sonetos dirigidos al hermoso joven lo son de veneración ...
... aun así hay poesía , como ciertos sonetos de Shakespeare , que no quiero recordar porque me duelen casi físicamente : tanto y tan bien presentan para mí mi propia vida . » > Si los sonetos dirigidos al hermoso joven lo son de veneración ...
Page 16
... aun así innecesarias y las más de las veces distorsionadoras . Pasemos ahora al asunto del metro : es evidente que el alejan- drino es un verso mucho más cómodo para verter un pentámetro yámbico inglés , dado que el inglés tiene ...
... aun así innecesarias y las más de las veces distorsionadoras . Pasemos ahora al asunto del metro : es evidente que el alejan- drino es un verso mucho más cómodo para verter un pentámetro yámbico inglés , dado que el inglés tiene ...
Page 33
... aún lo adoran y su áureo peregrinaje siguen . Mas cuando baja en carro fatigado , tal la vejez , desde la cumbre y el día , los ojos que antes eran sus vasallos dirigen la mirada hacia otra parte . Así , sin más miradas , declinando tú ...
... aún lo adoran y su áureo peregrinaje siguen . Mas cuando baja en carro fatigado , tal la vejez , desde la cumbre y el día , los ojos que antes eran sus vasallos dirigen la mirada hacia otra parte . Así , sin más miradas , declinando tú ...
Page 37
... aun mudando de sitio , éste lo goza , mas su fin lo bello halla en el derroche : lo no usado , lo destruye el usuario . Ningún amor alberga por el prójimo quien crimen tan impío en sí comete . FOR shame ! deny that thou bear'st love to ...
... aun mudando de sitio , éste lo goza , mas su fin lo bello halla en el derroche : lo no usado , lo destruye el usuario . Ningún amor alberga por el prójimo quien crimen tan impío en sí comete . FOR shame ! deny that thou bear'st love to ...
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alma amigo amor aún beauty beauty's belleza bello best better bueno cielo corazón creo cruel days dead dear decir deja dost doth dulce entonces eres eyes face fair false faltas fiel find give good grace halla hand hate hath have heart hermoso joven leave life live long look love love's made make mejor mente mind mine mirada more muerte mundo Muse name Natura never night noche nombre nuevo ojos olvido palabras paso perdido place poemas poesía poeta praise prove puro quieres rich roba rosas rostro Shakespeare shall show sight sombra sonetos sweet take tell tema then they thine things thou art though thoughts thyself time Time's tongue Traducción true truth tus ojos verdad verso vista vive will world worth write your
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