The Dramatic Works of ShakespeareErnst Fleischer, 1826 - 830 strán (strany) |
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Strana 38
... live , when thou thyself art dead : And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' By this the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them ; And ...
... live , when thou thyself art dead : And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' By this the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them ; And ...
Strana 42
... lives by subtilty , Or at the roe , which no encounter dare : Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs , And on thy well - breathed horse keep with thy hounds . And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare , Mark the poor wretch ...
... lives by subtilty , Or at the roe , which no encounter dare : Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs , And on thy well - breathed horse keep with thy hounds . And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare , Mark the poor wretch ...
Strana 43
... lives a son , that suck'd an earthly mother , May lend thee light , as thou dost lead to other . ' This said , she hasteth to a myrtle grove , Musing , the morning is so much o'er - worn : And yet she hears no tidings of her love : She ...
... lives a son , that suck'd an earthly mother , May lend thee light , as thou dost lead to other . ' This said , she hasteth to a myrtle grove , Musing , the morning is so much o'er - worn : And yet she hears no tidings of her love : She ...
Strana 44
... lives , and death is not to blame : It was not she that call'd him all to nought , Now she adds honour to his hateful name : She ' clepes him king of graves , and grave for kings , Imperious supreme of all mortal things . ' No , no ...
... lives , and death is not to blame : It was not she that call'd him all to nought , Now she adds honour to his hateful name : She ' clepes him king of graves , and grave for kings , Imperious supreme of all mortal things . ' No , no ...
Strana 48
... live engraven in my face . ' Yea , though I die , the scandal will survive , And be an eye - sore in my golden coat : Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive , To cypher me , how fondly I did dote : That my posterity , shamed with ...
... live engraven in my face . ' Yea , though I die , the scandal will survive , And be an eye - sore in my golden coat : Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive , To cypher me , how fondly I did dote : That my posterity , shamed with ...
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Strana 72 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough* your worth to sing...
Strana 67 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Strana 63 - 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 possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Strana 74 - 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. All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Strana 66 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Strana 62 - 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, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.
Strana 66 - By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous...
Strana 66 - 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 81 - Simple were so well compounded That it cried how true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, reason none If what parts can so remain.
Strana 71 - 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.