The Sonnets [of William Shakespeare]D. Appleton & Company, 1881 - 251 стор. |
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... fing XL . Take all my loves , my love , yea , take them all XLI . Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits XLII . That thou haft her , it is not all my grief XLIII . When most I wink , then do mine eyes best see XLIV . If the dull ...
... fing XL . Take all my loves , my love , yea , take them all XLI . Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits XLII . That thou haft her , it is not all my grief XLIII . When most I wink , then do mine eyes best see XLIV . If the dull ...
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... , one pleasing note do fing : Whose speechless fong , being many , seeming one , Sings this to thee : " Thou single wilt prove none . ' IX . Is it for fear to wet a widow's 8 SONNETS . Mufic to hear, why hear'ft thou music sadly.
... , one pleasing note do fing : Whose speechless fong , being many , seeming one , Sings this to thee : " Thou single wilt prove none . ' IX . Is it for fear to wet a widow's 8 SONNETS . Mufic to hear, why hear'ft thou music sadly.
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... fing , When thou art all the better part of me ? What can mine own praise to mine own felf bring ? And what is ' t but mine own when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live , And our dear love lose name of fingle one , That by ...
... fing , When thou art all the better part of me ? What can mine own praise to mine own felf bring ? And what is ' t but mine own when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live , And our dear love lose name of fingle one , That by ...
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... fing And heavy ignorance aloft to fly , Have added feathers to the learned's wing And given grace a double majesty . Yet be most proud of that which I compile , Whose influence is thine and born of thee : In others ' works thou doft but ...
... fing And heavy ignorance aloft to fly , Have added feathers to the learned's wing And given grace a double majesty . Yet be most proud of that which I compile , Whose influence is thine and born of thee : In others ' works thou doft but ...
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... 'd but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to fing : For we , which now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . CVII . Not mine own fears , nor the prophetic 106 SONNETS .
... 'd but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to fing : For we , which now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . CVII . Not mine own fears , nor the prophetic 106 SONNETS .
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abfence addreffed againſt alſo Antony & Cleopatra beauty beauty's becauſe beſt breaſt cauſe cloſe Compare Sonnet Cymbeline dear death defire doth Dyce fair falſe fame fays fecond feems fhall fing firſt fome forrow foul freſh friendſhip ftill fubject fuch fuggefts fummer Gentlemen of Verona glaſs hath heart himſelf increaſe itſelf King Henry laſt lines live look loſe Malone mayſt Meaſure miſtreſs moſt Muſe muſt myſelf night paffion paſt perſon pleaſe pleaſure poems poet praiſe preſent propoſes Quarto reaſon rival poet Romeo & Juliet roſe ſay ſee ſeem ſenſe Shak Shakſpere Shakſpere's ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkill ſome Sonnet ſpeak ſpirit ſpoken ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay Steevens ſtill ſuch ſweet thee themſelves theſe thine eyes thoſe thou art thou doft thought thy fweet thyſelf Time's treaſure truth Twelfth Night uſe Venus & Adonis verfe verſe whoſe yourſelf youth
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Сторінка 90 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Сторінка 107 - 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 15 - ... even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night ; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Сторінка 87 - 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 64 - 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 23 - O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
Сторінка 111 - 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 146 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Сторінка 144 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Сторінка 103 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...