The Sonnets [of William Shakespeare]D. Appleton & Company, 1881 - 251 стор. |
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... thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect LXXI . No longer mourn for me when I am dead LXXII . O , left the world should task you to recite LXXIII . That time of year thou mayst in me behold LXXIV . But be contented : when that fell ...
... thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect LXXI . No longer mourn for me when I am dead LXXII . O , left the world should task you to recite LXXIII . That time of year thou mayst in me behold LXXIV . But be contented : when that fell ...
Сторінка vi
... thou art too dear for my poffeffing LXXXVIII . When thou shalt be dispof'd to set me light LXXXIX . Say that thou didst forfake me for fome fault xc . Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever , now . XCI . Some glory in their birth , fome ...
... thou art too dear for my poffeffing LXXXVIII . When thou shalt be dispof'd to set me light LXXXIX . Say that thou didst forfake me for fome fault xc . Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever , now . XCI . Some glory in their birth , fome ...
Сторінка vii
... thou , my mufic , music play'st CXXIX . The expense of spirit in a waste of shame CXXX . My mistress ' eyes are nothing like the fun CXXXI . Thou art as tyrannous , so as thou art CXXXII . Thine eyes I love , and they , as pitying me ...
... thou , my mufic , music play'st CXXIX . The expense of spirit in a waste of shame CXXX . My mistress ' eyes are nothing like the fun CXXXI . Thou art as tyrannous , so as thou art CXXXII . Thine eyes I love , and they , as pitying me ...
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... thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'ft thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies , e Thyself thy foe , to thy fweet self too cruel . Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament ...
... thou , contracted to thine own bright eyes , Feed'ft thy light's flame with self - substantial fuel , Making a famine where abundance lies , e Thyself thy foe , to thy fweet self too cruel . Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament ...
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... thy beauty's use , If thou couldft anfwer This fair child of mine Shall fum my count and make my old excufe , ' Proving his beauty by fucceffion thine ! This were to be new made when thou art old , And fee thy blood warm when thou feel ...
... thy beauty's use , If thou couldft anfwer This fair child of mine Shall fum my count and make my old excufe , ' Proving his beauty by fucceffion thine ! This were to be new made when thou art old , And fee thy blood warm when thou feel ...
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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...