The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.]. |
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... 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 air she tunes her tale ; Still is he sullen , still he lours and ...
... 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 air she tunes her tale ; Still is he sullen , still he lours and ...
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... thy head ; Look in mine eyeballs , there thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips , since eyes in eyes ? " Art thou ashamed to kiss ? then wink again 13 H VENUS AND ADONIS . 97 Never did passenger in summer's heat ...
... thy head ; Look in mine eyeballs , there thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips , since eyes in eyes ? " Art thou ashamed to kiss ? then wink again 13 H VENUS AND ADONIS . 97 Never did passenger in summer's heat ...
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... Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time . " Were I hard - favour'd , foul , or wrinkled - old , Ill - nurtured , crooked , churlish , harsh ...
... Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time . " Were I hard - favour'd , foul , or wrinkled - old , Ill - nurtured , crooked , churlish , harsh ...
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... beauty for the use , Herbs for their smell , and sappy plants to bear ; Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse : Seeds spring from seeds , and beauty breedeth beauty , Thou wast begot ; -to get , it is thy duty . " Upon the ...
... beauty for the use , Herbs for their smell , and sappy plants to bear ; Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse : Seeds spring from seeds , and beauty breedeth beauty , Thou wast begot ; -to get , it is thy duty . " Upon the ...
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... beauty and invisible ; Or , were I deaf , thy outward parts would move Each part in me that were but sensible : Though neither eyes nor ears , to hear nor see , Yet should I be in love , by touching thee . " Say , that the sense of ...
... beauty and invisible ; Or , were I deaf , thy outward parts would move Each part in me that were but sensible : Though neither eyes nor ears , to hear nor see , Yet should I be in love , by touching thee . " Say , that the sense of ...
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Сторінка 22 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Сторінка 247 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. 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...
Сторінка 314 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Сторінка 260 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Сторінка 89 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Сторінка 227 - 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 212 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held : Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, — To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer — "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse...
Сторінка 20 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand ; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Сторінка 226 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight...
Сторінка 17 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...