The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Том 8Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens ; ( O , how quick is love ! ) The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she pushed him , as she would be ...
... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens ; ( O , how quick is love ! ) The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she pushed him , as she would be ...
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... shame ; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks : Then with her windy sighs , and golden hairs , To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He saith she is immodest , blames her ' miss ; 1 What follows more , she ...
... shame ; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks : Then with her windy sighs , and golden hairs , To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He saith she is immodest , blames her ' miss ; 1 What follows more , she ...
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... shame and awed resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank , ' Perforce will force it overflow the bank . Still she entreats , and prettily entreats , For to a pretty ear she ...
... shame and awed resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank , ' Perforce will force it overflow the bank . Still she entreats , and prettily entreats , For to a pretty ear she ...
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... shame , " he cries ; " let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so ; I pray you hence , and leave me here alone : For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how to ...
... shame , " he cries ; " let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so ; I pray you hence , and leave me here alone : For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how to ...
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... shame's pure blush , and honor's wrack . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being tamed with too much han- dling , Or as the fleet - foot roe that's tired with chasing , Or like the froward infant ...
... shame's pure blush , and honor's wrack . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being tamed with too much han- dling , Or as the fleet - foot roe that's tired with chasing , Or like the froward infant ...
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Antony bear beauteous beauty's behold blood breast breath brow Brutus Cæsar Cassius character cheeks Collatine Coriolanus dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth England's Helicon face fair fair lords falchion false faults fear flowers foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven honor Julius Cæsar kiss lines lips live look lord love's Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust Malone mayst mind mistress muse never night Passionate Pilgrim pity Plutarch poem poet poor praise pride proud quoth Roman Rome scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sight Sonnets sorrow soul speak stanzas strong Tarquin tears tell thee thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thy beauty thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth Venus and Adonis verse weep Whilst William Jaggard words wound young Rome youth
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Сторінка 312 - In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long : LXXIV.
Сторінка 148 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 156 - And moan the expense of many a vanished 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.
Сторінка 247 - 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 172 - 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 422 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Сторінка 246 - 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.
Сторінка 268 - O, for my sake do you with fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means, which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Сторінка 170 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem 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....
Сторінка 282 - 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? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving.