The Works of William Shakespeare: Pericles. The two noble kinsmen. Venus and Adonis. Lucrece. Sonnets. A lover's complaint. The passionate pilgrim. The phœnix and turtle. Addenda and corrigendaChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Strana 27
... once he was ; Had princes sit , like stars , about his throne , And he the sun , for them to reverence ; None that beheld him , but , like lesser lights , Did vail their crowns to his supremacy : Where now his son's like glow - worm in ...
... once he was ; Had princes sit , like stars , about his throne , And he the sun , for them to reverence ; None that beheld him , but , like lesser lights , Did vail their crowns to his supremacy : Where now his son's like glow - worm in ...
Strana 41
... once more : -how thou stirr'st , thou block ! — The music there ! -I pray you , give her air.- Gentlemen , this queen will live : nature awakes ; A warmth breathes out of her : ( 144 ) she hath not been Entranc'd above five hours : see ...
... once more : -how thou stirr'st , thou block ! — The music there ! -I pray you , give her air.- Gentlemen , this queen will live : nature awakes ; A warmth breathes out of her : ( 144 ) she hath not been Entranc'd above five hours : see ...
Strana 47
... once again ; reserve ( 168 ) That excellent complexion , which did steal The eyes of young and old . Care not for me ; I can go home alone . Mar. Well , I will go ; But yet I've no desire to it . Dion . I know ' tis good for you.- Come ...
... once again ; reserve ( 168 ) That excellent complexion , which did steal The eyes of young and old . Care not for me ; I can go home alone . Mar. Well , I will go ; But yet I've no desire to it . Dion . I know ' tis good for you.- Come ...
Strana 48
... once ' gainst my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her any profit , Or my life imply her any danger ? ( 172 ) Leon . My commission Is not to reason of the deed , but do it . Mar. You will not ...
... once ' gainst my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her any profit , Or my life imply her any danger ? ( 172 ) Leon . My commission Is not to reason of the deed , but do it . Mar. You will not ...
Strana 56
... once gone . First Gent . But to have divinity preached there ! did you ever dream of such a thing ? Sec . Gent . No , no . Come , I am for no more bawdy- houses - shall's go hear the vestals sing ? First Gent . I'll do any thing now ...
... once gone . First Gent . But to have divinity preached there ! did you ever dream of such a thing ? Sec . Gent . No , no . Come , I am for no more bawdy- houses - shall's go hear the vestals sing ? First Gent . I'll do any thing now ...
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Arcite Bawd beauty blood Boult breath cheek Cleon Collier Coun cousin Daugh daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth Emilia Enter Exam Exeunt eyes face fair fear fire flowers foul Gaoler gentle give gods grace grief hath hear heart heaven Helicanus HIPPOLYTA honour king kiss lady lips live look lord lov'd love's Love's Labour's lost Lucrece Lysimachus maid Malone Marina mistress modern editors Mytilene ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen old eds Palamon Pentapolis Pericles PIRITHOUS pity poor praise pray prince prince of Tyre quarto queen quoth SCENE Seward Shakespeare shalt shame Simonides sing sorrow soul Steevens sweet Tarquin tears tell Thaisa Tharsus Thebes thee Theseus thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue true Tyre unto Walker's Crit Weber weep wilt wind Wooer words
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Strana 381 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Strana 376 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live 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. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth : your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this...
Strana 389 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Strana 365 - With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Strana 363 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Strana 363 - 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 398 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Strana 398 - They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : xcix.
Strana 361 - ... lies ; Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes. Now, see what good turns eyes for eyes have done : Mine eyes have drawn thy shape , and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep , to gaze therein on thee ; Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, They draw but what they see , know not the heart.
Strana 457 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...