The Poetical Works of William Shakspeare and the Earl of SurreyJames Nichol, 1862 - 316 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxii
... desire grew on me for more learning than had fallen to my share at Stratford , but fickle- ness and impatience , and the bewilderment caused by new objects , dispersed that wish into empty air . Ah ! my lord [ Bacon ] , you cannot ...
... desire grew on me for more learning than had fallen to my share at Stratford , but fickle- ness and impatience , and the bewilderment caused by new objects , dispersed that wish into empty air . Ah ! my lord [ Bacon ] , you cannot ...
Strana 2
... desire doth lend her force , Courageously to pluck him from his horse . 6 Over one arm the lusty courser's rein , Under her other was the tender boy , Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain , With leaden appetite , unapt to toy ; She ...
... desire doth lend her force , Courageously to pluck him from his horse . 6 Over one arm the lusty courser's rein , Under her other was the tender boy , Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain , With leaden appetite , unapt to toy ; She ...
Strana 11
... desire . 47 Sometime he trots , as if he told the steps , With gentle majesty , and modest pride ; Anon he rears upright , curvets and leaps , 2 As who should say , lo ! thus my strength is tried ; And this I do to captivate the eye Of ...
... desire . 47 Sometime he trots , as if he told the steps , With gentle majesty , and modest pride ; Anon he rears upright , curvets and leaps , 2 As who should say , lo ! thus my strength is tried ; And this I do to captivate the eye Of ...
Strana 15
... desire . Affection is a coal that must be cool'd ; Else , suffer'd , it will set the heart on fire : The sea hath bounds , but deep desire hath none , Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone . 66 ' How like a jade he stood , tied ...
... desire . Affection is a coal that must be cool'd ; Else , suffer'd , it will set the heart on fire : The sea hath bounds , but deep desire hath none , Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone . 66 ' How like a jade he stood , tied ...
Strana 19
... desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's annoy ; But now I died , and death was lively joy . 84 Oh thou didst kill me ; -kill me once again : Thy eyes ' shrewd tutor , that hard heart of thine , Hath taught them scornful tricks ...
... desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's annoy ; But now I died , and death was lively joy . 84 Oh thou didst kill me ; -kill me once again : Thy eyes ' shrewd tutor , that hard heart of thine , Hath taught them scornful tricks ...
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Adonis art thou bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath burn careful song cheeks Collatine dead dear death delight desire doth dread Earl EARL OF SURREY earth face fair false fault fear fire flame flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII honour king kiss lady light lips live look Lord love's LOVER Lucrece lust mind never night pain pale pity plain pleasure poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth rage Rape of Lucrece Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sighs sight sleep Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford Surrey Surrey's Susanna Hall sweet Tarquin tears tender thee things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue travail true truth unto Venus and Adonis weary web of trust weep wilt wind woful wound youth
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Strana 118 - 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 173 - And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Strana 115 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Strana 125 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Strana 31 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Strana 172 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on nature's power, Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress...
Strana 157 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Strana 138 - Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Strana 136 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Strana 124 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.