The Poetical Works of William Shakspeare and the Earl of SurreyJames Nichol, 1862 - 316 стор. |
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... Means to Attain Happy Psalm LXXXVIII . • · 306 Life 271 Psalm LXXIII . . · • • 808 Praise of Mean and Constant Estate . Psalm LV . · • • • 311 272 Psalm VIII . • • 813 vi CONTENTS .
... Means to Attain Happy Psalm LXXXVIII . • · 306 Life 271 Psalm LXXIII . . · • • 808 Praise of Mean and Constant Estate . Psalm LV . · • • • 311 272 Psalm VIII . • • 813 vi CONTENTS .
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... means of existence . " Rowe's mistake about Shakspeare's family being " ten in all , " seems to have arisen from the fact that there was another John Shakspeare in Stratford . The very house where Shakspeare was born has been matter of ...
... means of existence . " Rowe's mistake about Shakspeare's family being " ten in all , " seems to have arisen from the fact that there was another John Shakspeare in Stratford . The very house where Shakspeare was born has been matter of ...
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... mean . 22 The tender spring upon thy tempting lip Shows thee unripe ; yet may'st thou well be tasted ; Make use of time , let not advantage slip ; Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their ...
... mean . 22 The tender spring upon thy tempting lip Shows thee unripe ; yet may'st thou well be tasted ; Make use of time , let not advantage slip ; Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their ...
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... mean To stifle beauty , and to steal his breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? 157 If he be dead , -oh no , it cannot be , Seeing his beauty , thou should'st strike at it- Oh ...
... mean To stifle beauty , and to steal his breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? 157 If he be dead , -oh no , it cannot be , Seeing his beauty , thou should'st strike at it- Oh ...
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... skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd , Holding their course to Paphos , where their queen Means to immure herself , and not be seen . THE RAPE OF LUCRECE . TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY VENUS AND ADONIS . 43 Passionate Pilgrim ...
... skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd , Holding their course to Paphos , where their queen Means to immure herself , and not be seen . THE RAPE OF LUCRECE . TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY VENUS AND ADONIS . 43 Passionate Pilgrim ...
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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.