The PoemsBell, 1878 - 288 strán (strany) |
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Strana 66
... praise which Collatine doth owe , 5 Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise , In silent wonder of still - gazing eyes ... praise ] i . e . object of praise . owe ] i . e . own , possess . Save sometime too much wonder of his eye , Which ...
... praise which Collatine doth owe , 5 Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise , In silent wonder of still - gazing eyes ... praise ] i . e . object of praise . owe ] i . e . own , possess . Save sometime too much wonder of his eye , Which ...
Strana 67
... praises Collatine's high name , Made glorious by his manly chivalry , With bruised arms and wreaths of victory ; Her joy with heav'd - up hand she doth express , And , wordless , so greets heaven for his success . Far from the purpose ...
... praises Collatine's high name , Made glorious by his manly chivalry , With bruised arms and wreaths of victory ; Her joy with heav'd - up hand she doth express , And , wordless , so greets heaven for his success . Far from the purpose ...
Strana 144
... praise . How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use , If thou could'st answer- " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count , and make my old excuse- Proving his beauty by succession thine . This were to be new - made when thou art ...
... praise . How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use , If thou could'st answer- " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count , and make my old excuse- Proving his beauty by succession thine . This were to be new - made when thou art ...
Strana 155
... praise , that purpose not to sell . XXII . My glass shall not persuade me I am old , So long as youth and thou are of one date ; But when in thee time's furrows I behold , Then look I death my days should expiate , 16 For all that ...
... praise , that purpose not to sell . XXII . My glass shall not persuade me I am old , So long as youth and thou are of one date ; But when in thee time's furrows I behold , Then look I death my days should expiate , 16 For all that ...
Strana 165
... praise . XXXIX . O , how thy worth with manners may I sing , When thou art all the better part of me ? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring ? And what is't but mine own , when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live ...
... praise . XXXIX . O , how thy worth with manners may I sing , When thou art all the better part of me ? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring ? And what is't but mine own , when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live ...
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Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson Bishopton blood Boswell breast breath cheeks Collatine daughter dead dear death deeds delight desire doth dramas face fair false fault fear fire flower foul Francis Collins gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour John Shakespeare Jonson king kiss lips live looks Lord love's Lucrece lust Malone Memoir mind never night pale pity plays Poems poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud queen quoth Rape of Lucrece Richard Barnefield Richard Burbage Shak Shakespeare shame sighs sight sing Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford sweet Tarquin tears theatre thee thine eye thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thyself time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis verse weep Welcombe William William Shakespeare wind WITCH words wound Yorkshire Tragedy youth
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Strana 270 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Strana 160 - 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 280 - 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. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Strana 175 - 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.
Strana 272 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 224 - 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 210 - 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 wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Strana 153 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Strana 165 - For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee, When thou thyself dost give invention light? Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate; And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. If my slight Muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
Strana 193 - Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving?