The Poetical Works of William ShakespeareLittle, Brown, 1866 - 288 strán (strany) |
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... to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Ho ! ho ! quoth the Devil , ' tis my John - a Combe . " * Life of Shakespeare . But the sharpness of the satire is said to have lx MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE .
... to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Ho ! ho ! quoth the Devil , ' tis my John - a Combe . " * Life of Shakespeare . But the sharpness of the satire is said to have lx MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE .
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... doth burn my face ; I must remove . " " Ab me . " quoth Venus , " young , and so unkind ! " What bare excuses mak'st thou to begone ! 6 ' tired ] i . e . attired . " I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind " 12 THE POEMS.
... doth burn my face ; I must remove . " " Ab me . " quoth Venus , " young , and so unkind ! " What bare excuses mak'st thou to begone ! 6 ' tired ] i . e . attired . " I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind " 12 THE POEMS.
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... quoth he , " nor will not know it , " Unless it be a boar , and then I chase it ; " " Tis much to borrow , and I will not owe it ; " My love to love 19 is love but to disgrace it ; " For I have heard it is a life in death , " That ...
... quoth he , " nor will not know it , " Unless it be a boar , and then I chase it ; " " Tis much to borrow , and I will not owe it ; " My love to love 19 is love but to disgrace it ; " For I have heard it is a life in death , " That ...
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... quoth she , " hast thou a tongue ? " O would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! " Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ; " I had my load before , now press'd with bearing : " Melodious discord , heavenly tune harsh sound ...
... quoth she , " hast thou a tongue ? " O would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! " Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ; " I had my load before , now press'd with bearing : " Melodious discord , heavenly tune harsh sound ...
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... quoth she , " in earth or heaven , " Or in the ocean drench'd , or in the fire ? " What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? " Do I delight to die , or life desire ? " But now I liv'd , and life was death's annoy ; " But now I died ...
... quoth she , " in earth or heaven , " Or in the ocean drench'd , or in the fire ? " What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? " Do I delight to die , or life desire ? " But now I liv'd , and life was death's annoy ; " But now I died ...
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Strana 153 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Strana 153 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Strana 265 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 273 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Strana 226 - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Strana 275 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Strana 47 - Which after him she darts, as one on shore Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, Till the wild waves will have him seen no more, Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend : So did the merciless and pitchy night Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
Strana 160 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Strana 274 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Strana 222 - Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face ? In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd, And to this false plague are they now transferr'd. CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd...