LITERARY CRITICISM:FREE NOTES

A SHORT NOTE ON SHAKESPEAREAN DRAMA Shakespearean drama • Elizabethan drama came from three sources:  medieval plays , 16th...

What is Shakespearean tragedy? Shakespearean tragedy presents a superior figure—the tragic hero —who comes to ruin because of an erro...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that ...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep, A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling f...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing, In act thy b...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then gentle chea...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FIFTY O from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway, To make me give the lie to...

SONNET HUNDRED FORTY NINE Canst thou O cruel, say I love thee not, When I against my self with thee partake? Do I not think on thee when ...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT O me! what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight, Or if they have, w...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN My love is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY SIX Poor soul the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate', To me th...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a ...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE Lo as a careful huswife runs to catch, One of her feathered creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and m...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, O but with mine, compar...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note, But 'tis my heart t...

SONNET HUNDRED AND FORTY Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words...

SONNET HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye bu...

SONNET HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might th...

SONNET HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold and see not what they see? They know ...