Poems Written by Mr. William ShakespeareReprinted for T. Evans, 1775 - 250 стор. |
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... yourself may privilege your time To what you will ; to you it doth belong Yourself to pardon of felf - doing crime . I am to wait , tho ' waiting fo be hell ; Not blame your pleasure , be it ill or well . The Beauty of Nature . If there ...
... yourself may privilege your time To what you will ; to you it doth belong Yourself to pardon of felf - doing crime . I am to wait , tho ' waiting fo be hell ; Not blame your pleasure , be it ill or well . The Beauty of Nature . If there ...
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... yourself ! but , love , you are No longer yours , than you yourself here live : Against this coming end you fhould prepare , And your sweet semblance to fome other give . So fhould that beauty , which you hold in leafe , Find no ...
... yourself ! but , love , you are No longer yours , than you yourself here live : Against this coming end you fhould prepare , And your sweet semblance to fome other give . So fhould that beauty , which you hold in leafe , Find no ...
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... , I ingraft you new . Good Admonition . But wherefore do not you a mightier way , Make war upon this bloody tyrant , time ? And fortify yourself , in your decay , With means H 3 Poems on feveral Occafions . 117 Good Admonition.
... , I ingraft you new . Good Admonition . But wherefore do not you a mightier way , Make war upon this bloody tyrant , time ? And fortify yourself , in your decay , With means H 3 Poems on feveral Occafions . 117 Good Admonition.
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... yourself ftill , And you muft live , drawn by your own sweet skill . Who will believe my verfe , in time to come , If it were fill'd with your most high deferts ? Tho ' yet , heaven knows , it is but as a tomb , Which hides your life ...
... yourself ftill , And you muft live , drawn by your own sweet skill . Who will believe my verfe , in time to come , If it were fill'd with your most high deferts ? Tho ' yet , heaven knows , it is but as a tomb , Which hides your life ...
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... yourself arife , You live in this , and dwell in lovers eyes , Familiarity breeds Centempt . So am I as the rich , whofe bleffed key Can bring him to his fweet up - locked treasure , The which he will not every hour survey , For 150 ...
... yourself arife , You live in this , and dwell in lovers eyes , Familiarity breeds Centempt . So am I as the rich , whofe bleffed key Can bring him to his fweet up - locked treasure , The which he will not every hour survey , For 150 ...
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Adonis againſt beauty beauty's beft behold bluſhing breaft breath cheeks Colatine dead dear death defire doft thou doth excufe eyes face faid fair falfe fame fear feek feem fhadow fhall fhalt fhame fhew fhould fhow fighs fight filly fing fire flain fleep fome forrow foul fpring freſh ftand ftate ftill ftrife ftrong fuch fummer fweet glaſs grace grief hath heart herſelf himſelf honour huſband kifs lips live looks love's Lucrece luft Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night paffion pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe prefent Priam quoth fhe reafon reft regifter rofe ſay ſeem Sextus Tarquinius ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpend ſtand ſtay ſtill ſweet Tarquin tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thou doft thought thouſand thro thyfelf tongue treaſure true unto uſe weep Whilft whofe Whoſe wound yourſelf youth
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Сторінка 152 - 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.
Сторінка 109 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Сторінка 155 - 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?
Сторінка 108 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Сторінка 174 - 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.
Сторінка 185 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Сторінка 163 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Сторінка 175 - ... red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound : I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground : And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Сторінка 161 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Сторінка 126 - 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...