The Poetical Works of William Shakspeare and the Earl of SurreyJames Nichol, 1862 - 316 strán (strany) |
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Strana xvi
... once , When in a wood of Crete we bay'd the bear , " & c . He and John Keats , a far inferior scholar to Shakspeare , have alone caught the true poetry of the Pagan mythus . Ben Jonson , indeed , said of Shakspeare , that he had little ...
... once , When in a wood of Crete we bay'd the bear , " & c . He and John Keats , a far inferior scholar to Shakspeare , have alone caught the true poetry of the Pagan mythus . Ben Jonson , indeed , said of Shakspeare , that he had little ...
Strana xxvi
... once a - year ; the distance was indeed only ninety - three miles from London , but that , in those days , was equivalent to thrice the number now . He was there certainly at the burial of his only son , Hamnet , a child of eleven years ...
... once a - year ; the distance was indeed only ninety - three miles from London , but that , in those days , was equivalent to thrice the number now . He was there certainly at the burial of his only son , Hamnet , a child of eleven years ...
Strana 13
... once more fits , That love - sick Love by pleading may be bless'd ; For lovers say , the heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue . 56 An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth ...
... once more fits , That love - sick Love by pleading may be bless'd ; For lovers say , the heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue . 56 An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth ...
Strana 15
... Once more the engine of her thoughts began : ' Oh fairest mover on this mortal round ! Would thou wert as I am , and I a man , My heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; 1 For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though ...
... Once more the engine of her thoughts began : ' Oh fairest mover on this mortal round ! Would thou wert as I am , and I a man , My heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; 1 For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though ...
Strana 16
... once made perfect , never lost again . ' 69 ' I know not love , ' 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 is love but to disgrace ...
... once made perfect , never lost again . ' 69 ' I know not love , ' 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 is love but to disgrace ...
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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.