The Poetical Works of William Shakspeare and the Earl of SurreyJames Nichol, 1862 - 316 strán (strany) |
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... Pleasure PAGE 239 · 240 240 A Vow to Love Faithfully , how- soever he be Rewarded Complaint , that his Lady , after she Knew his Love , kept her Face always Hidden from him 241 Request to his Love to Join Bounty with Beauty Prisoned in ...
... Pleasure PAGE 239 · 240 240 A Vow to Love Faithfully , how- soever he be Rewarded Complaint , that his Lady , after she Knew his Love , kept her Face always Hidden from him 241 Request to his Love to Join Bounty with Beauty Prisoned in ...
Strana xvii
... pleasure in mingling with the sports of the village green , dancing round the Maypole , courting under the moonlight shades , or diving in the river , than in the sup- posed exercises of romantic imagination . He had boundless ...
... pleasure in mingling with the sports of the village green , dancing round the Maypole , courting under the moonlight shades , or diving in the river , than in the sup- posed exercises of romantic imagination . He had boundless ...
Strana 40
... pleasure took That some would sing , some other in their bills Would bring him mulberries , and ripe - red cherries ; He fed them with his sight , they him with berries . 185 ' But this foul , grim , and urchin - snouted1 boar , Whose ...
... pleasure took That some would sing , some other in their bills Would bring him mulberries , and ripe - red cherries ; He fed them with his sight , they him with berries . 185 ' But this foul , grim , and urchin - snouted1 boar , Whose ...
Strana 41
... pleasure shall not match his woe . 191 ' It shall be fickle , false , and full of fraud ; Bud and be blasted in a breathing while ; The bottom poison , and the top o'erstraw'd With sweets , that shall the truest sight beguile : The ...
... pleasure shall not match his woe . 191 ' It shall be fickle , false , and full of fraud ; Bud and be blasted in a breathing while ; The bottom poison , and the top o'erstraw'd With sweets , that shall the truest sight beguile : The ...
Strana 74
... pleasure of his gain , But torment that it cannot cure his pain . 124 So then he hath it , when he cannot use it , And leaves it to be master'd by his young ; Who in their pride do presently abuse it : Their father was too weak , and ...
... pleasure of his gain , But torment that it cannot cure his pain . 124 So then he hath it , when he cannot use it , And leaves it to be master'd by his young ; Who in their pride do presently abuse it : Their father was too weak , and ...
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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.