SonnetsHarper, 1891 - 191 strán (strany) |
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Strana 47
... Thyself thy foe , to thy sweet self too cruel . Thou , that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring , Within thine own bud buriest thy content And , tender churl , mak'st waste in niggarding . Pity the ...
... Thyself thy foe , to thy sweet self too cruel . Thou , that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring , Within thine own bud buriest thy content And , tender churl , mak'st waste in niggarding . Pity the ...
Strana 49
... thyself alone , Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive . Then how , when nature calls thee to be gone , What acceptable audit canst thou leave ? Thy unus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee , Which , used , lives th ' executor to be ...
... thyself alone , Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive . Then how , when nature calls thee to be gone , What acceptable audit canst thou leave ? Thy unus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee , Which , used , lives th ' executor to be ...
Strana 50
... thyself to breed another thee , Or ten times happier , be it ten for one ; Ten times thyself were happier than thou art , If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee : Then what could death do , if thou shouldst depart , Leaving thee ...
... thyself to breed another thee , Or ten times happier , be it ten for one ; Ten times thyself were happier than thou art , If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee : Then what could death do , if thou shouldst depart , Leaving thee ...
Strana 51
... thyself in single life ? Ah ! if thou issueless shalt hap to die , The world will wail thee , like a makeless wife ; The world will be thy widow and still weep That thou no form of thee hast left behind , When every private widow well ...
... thyself in single life ? Ah ! if thou issueless shalt hap to die , The world will wail thee , like a makeless wife ; The world will be thy widow and still weep That thou no form of thee hast left behind , When every private widow well ...
Strana 52
... thyself art so unprovident . Grant , if thou wilt , thou art belov'd of many , But that thou none lov'st is most evident ; For thou art so possess'd with murtherous hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire , Seeking that ...
... thyself art so unprovident . Grant , if thou wilt , thou art belov'd of many , But that thou none lov'st is most evident ; For thou art so possess'd with murtherous hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire , Seeking that ...
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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.