The Poems of Shakespeare: With a MemoirGeorge Bell & Sons, 1894 - 288 strán (strany) |
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... sight ! Now I see ' tis true ; For the blood - bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me , And points at them for his . " Act iv . sc . 1 . 62 " From a paper now before me , which formerly be- longed to Edward Alleyn , the player , our poet ...
... sight ! Now I see ' tis true ; For the blood - bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me , And points at them for his . " Act iv . sc . 1 . 62 " From a paper now before me , which formerly be- longed to Edward Alleyn , the player , our poet ...
Strana lxxi
... sight : Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move , In her unspotted pleasance to delight . Dark is my day whiles her fair light I miss , And dead my life , that wants such lively bliss . " Richard Barnefeilde enjoyed great ...
... sight : Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move , In her unspotted pleasance to delight . Dark is my day whiles her fair light I miss , And dead my life , that wants such lively bliss . " Richard Barnefeilde enjoyed great ...
Strana 10
... sight : " These blue - vein'd violets whereon we lean " Never can blab , nor know not what we mean " The tender spring upon thy tempting lip " Shows thee unripe ; yet may'st thou well be tasted ; " Make use of time , let not advantage ...
... sight : " These blue - vein'd violets whereon we lean " Never can blab , nor know not what we mean " The tender spring upon thy tempting lip " Shows thee unripe ; yet may'st thou well be tasted ; " Make use of time , let not advantage ...
Strana 12
... sight , Like misty vapours , when they blot the sky , Souring his cheeks , cries , " Fie , no more of love ! " The sun doth burn my face ; I must remove . " " Ahme , " quoth Venus , " young , and so unkind . " What bare excuses mak'st ...
... sight , Like misty vapours , when they blot the sky , Souring his cheeks , cries , " Fie , no more of love ! " The sun doth burn my face ; I must remove . " " Ahme , " quoth Venus , " young , and so unkind . " What bare excuses mak'st ...
Strana 17
... sight agrees . Look , when a painter would surpass the life , In limning out a well - proportion'd steed , His art with nature's workmanship at strife , As if the dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excell a common one ...
... sight agrees . Look , when a painter would surpass the life , In limning out a well - proportion'd steed , His art with nature's workmanship at strife , As if the dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excell a common one ...
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Strana 218 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Strana 277 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Strana 274 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Strana 284 - Witch: Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake: Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All: Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches...
Strana 162 - 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 269 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 153 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Strana 175 - 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 226 - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Strana 197 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.