The Sonnets [of William Shakespeare]D. Appleton & Company, 1881 - 251 стор. |
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... Poor foul , the centre of my finful earth CXLVII . My love is as a fever , longing still . CXLVIII . O me , what eyes hath Love put in my head CXLIX . Canft thou , O cruel ! say I love thee not CL . O , from what power haft thou this ...
... Poor foul , the centre of my finful earth CXLVII . My love is as a fever , longing still . CXLVIII . O me , what eyes hath Love put in my head CXLIX . Canft thou , O cruel ! say I love thee not CL . O , from what power haft thou this ...
Сторінка lii
... poor estate ( XXIX . ) , and the death of friends , but finding in the one beloved amends for all ( XXX . , XXXI . ) ; and fo Shakfpere commends to his friend his poor verses as a token of affection which may furvive if he himself ...
... poor estate ( XXIX . ) , and the death of friends , but finding in the one beloved amends for all ( XXX . , XXXI . ) ; and fo Shakfpere commends to his friend his poor verses as a token of affection which may furvive if he himself ...
Сторінка liv
... poor player to claim conftancy and love ( XLIX . ) ? He is on a journey which removes him from Will ( L. LI . ) . His friend perhaps profeffes un- fhaken loyalty , for Shakspere now takes heart , and praises Will's truth ( LIII . LIV ...
... poor player to claim conftancy and love ( XLIX . ) ? He is on a journey which removes him from Will ( L. LI . ) . His friend perhaps profeffes un- fhaken loyalty , for Shakspere now takes heart , and praises Will's truth ( LIII . LIV ...
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... poor as mine May make feem bare , in wanting words to fhow it , But that I hope fome good conceit of thine In thy foul's thought , all naked , will bestow it ; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair ...
... poor as mine May make feem bare , in wanting words to fhow it , But that I hope fome good conceit of thine In thy foul's thought , all naked , will bestow it ; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair ...
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... poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time , And though they be outftripp'd by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rime , Exceeded by the height of happier men . [ cover , O ...
... poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time , And though they be outftripp'd by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rime , Exceeded by the height of happier men . [ cover , O ...
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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...