The Poetical Works of William Shakspeare and the Earl of SurreyJames Nichol, 1862 - 316 стор. |
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... Death of Sir Thomas 250 . Wyatt . 273 A Praise of his Love 252 Of the Same 274 · To his Mistress 253 Of the Same 275 To the Lady that Scorned her Lover 254 An Epitaph on Clere , Surrey's Faithful Friend and Follower 276 A Warning to the ...
... Death of Sir Thomas 250 . Wyatt . 273 A Praise of his Love 252 Of the Same 274 · To his Mistress 253 Of the Same 275 To the Lady that Scorned her Lover 254 An Epitaph on Clere , Surrey's Faithful Friend and Follower 276 A Warning to the ...
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... death , probably before his birth . In two years and a half another son , Gilbert , came to be his playmate ; and when he was five years old , that most precious gift to a loving boy was granted - a sister , who grew up with him . Then ...
... death , probably before his birth . In two years and a half another son , Gilbert , came to be his playmate ; and when he was five years old , that most precious gift to a loving boy was granted - a sister , who grew up with him . Then ...
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... Death in the middle ages ! ) yet he has enclosed the whole poetry , if not the whole pathos and horror of the plague in the lines of Timon- " Be as a planetary plague when Jove Will o'er some high - viced city hang his poison In the ...
... Death in the middle ages ! ) yet he has enclosed the whole poetry , if not the whole pathos and horror of the plague in the lines of Timon- " Be as a planetary plague when Jove Will o'er some high - viced city hang his poison In the ...
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... death in a low tavern brawl . Greene , in a pamphlet written immediately be- fore his death , insulted both Marlowe and Shakspeare ; accus- ing the one of being an atheist , and the other of " borrowing feathers from his wing . " - To ...
... death in a low tavern brawl . Greene , in a pamphlet written immediately be- fore his death , insulted both Marlowe and Shakspeare ; accus- ing the one of being an atheist , and the other of " borrowing feathers from his wing . " - To ...
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William Shakespeare Charles Cowden Clarke. " The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Of learning late deceased in beggary . " In the end of 1593 , the theatres were re - opened , and Shakspeare was summoned from the country to ...
William Shakespeare Charles Cowden Clarke. " The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Of learning late deceased in beggary . " In the end of 1593 , the theatres were re - opened , and Shakspeare was summoned from the country to ...
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Adonis art thou bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath burn careful song cheeks Collatine dead dear death delight desire doth dread Earl EARL OF SURREY earth face fair false fault fear fire flame flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII honour king kiss lady light lips live look Lord love's LOVER Lucrece lust mind never night pain pale pity plain pleasure poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth rage Rape of Lucrece Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sighs sight sleep Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford Surrey Surrey's Susanna Hall sweet Tarquin tears tender thee things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue travail true truth unto Venus and Adonis weary web of trust weep wilt wind woful wound youth
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Сторінка 118 - 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.
Сторінка 173 - And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Сторінка 115 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, 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, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Сторінка 125 - 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.
Сторінка 31 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Сторінка 172 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on nature's power, Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress...
Сторінка 157 - 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.
Сторінка 138 - Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Сторінка 136 - 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.
Сторінка 124 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd 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. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.