SonnetsHarper, 1891 - 191 strán (strany) |
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... dead Estienne de la Boëtie with passionate tenderness which will not hear of moderation . The haughtiest spirit of Italy , Michael Angelo , does homage to the worth and beauty of young Tommaso Cavalieri in such words as these ...
... dead Estienne de la Boëtie with passionate tenderness which will not hear of moderation . The haughtiest spirit of Italy , Michael Angelo , does homage to the worth and beauty of young Tommaso Cavalieri in such words as these ...
Strana 62
... dead , And there reigns love and all love's loving parts , And all those friends which I thought buried . How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye As interest of the dead , which now appear But ...
... dead , And there reigns love and all love's loving parts , And all those friends which I thought buried . How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye As interest of the dead , which now appear But ...
Strana 68
... dead night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay ! All days are nights to see till I see thee , And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me . XLIV . If the dull substance of my flesh were 68 ...
... dead night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay ! All days are nights to see till I see thee , And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me . XLIV . If the dull substance of my flesh were 68 ...
Strana 80
... dead seeing of his living hue ? Why should poor beauty indirectly seek Roses of shadow , since his rose is true ? Why should he live , now Nature bankrupt is , Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins ? For she hath no exchequer ...
... dead seeing of his living hue ? Why should poor beauty indirectly seek Roses of shadow , since his rose is true ? Why should he live , now Nature bankrupt is , Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins ? For she hath no exchequer ...
Strana 81
... dead , The right of sepulchres , were shorn away , To live a second life on second head ; Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay : In him those holy antique hours are seen , Without all ornament , itself and true , Making no summer ...
... dead , The right of sepulchres , were shorn away , To live a second life on second head ; Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay : In him those holy antique hours are seen , Without all ornament , itself and true , Making no summer ...
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Accented Astrophel and Stella beauty beauty's begetter Capell corrected by Malone dark dead dear death dedication doth Dowden asks Dowden compares Dowden remarks fair false faults fear gentle Gentlemen of Verona Gildon give grace hast hate hath heaven Herbert honour Lettsom live look love's Lover's Complaint Macb Malone compares Malone quotes marjoram Mary Fitton mayst meaning Measure for Measure mistress Muse night Noble Kinsmen painted Palgrave passion Passionate Pilgrim perhaps pity poems poet praise proud quarto rhyme Rich rival poet Schmidt seems sense Sewell Shak Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere's friend Shakspere's love shame Sonn Sonnet 13 Sonnet 20 Sonnets soul spere's spirit suggests summer tell thee thine eyes things thou art thou dost thought thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth unkind Venus and Adonis verse Walker Will's wilt word worth youth
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Strana 56 - And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;* But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest...
Strana 112 - My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips' red ; If snow be white why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on h'er head. I have seen roses...
Strana 83 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Strana 62 - And moan the expense of many a vanished 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.
Strana 178 - Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Strana 73 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on YOU tend \ Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Strana 55 - So should my papers yellow'd with their age Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be term'da poet's rage And stretched metre of an antique song: But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme. 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate...
Strana 2 - 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 : Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
Strana 105 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments, love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Strana 74 - 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.