The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Том 8 |
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... grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That tremble at the imagination ? The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed , And fear doth teach it divination : I prophesy thy death , my living sorrow ...
... grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That tremble at the imagination ? The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed , And fear doth teach it divination : I prophesy thy death , my living sorrow ...
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... grief may be comparéd well To one sore sick that hears the passing - bell . " Then shalt thou see the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch , Each shadow makes ...
... grief may be comparéd well To one sore sick that hears the passing - bell . " Then shalt thou see the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch , Each shadow makes ...
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... grief , and damned despair , Swear Nature's death for framing thee so fair " And not the least of all these maladies , But in one minute's fight brings beauty under · Both favor , savor , hue , and qualities , Whereat the impartial ...
... grief , and damned despair , Swear Nature's death for framing thee so fair " And not the least of all these maladies , But in one minute's fight brings beauty under · Both favor , savor , hue , and qualities , Whereat the impartial ...
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... grief . 2 Laund , lawn . Camden describes a lawn as a plain among trees , and the epithet dark confirms this explanation . We have such a scene in Henry VI . Part III . Act II . : — " Under this thick - grown brake we'll shroud ...
... grief . 2 Laund , lawn . Camden describes a lawn as a plain among trees , and the epithet dark confirms this explanation . We have such a scene in Henry VI . Part III . Act II . : — " Under this thick - grown brake we'll shroud ...
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... grief ; All entertained , each passion labors so That every present sorrow seemeth chief , But none is best ; then join they all together , Like many clouds consulting for foul weather . y this , far off she hears some huntsmen hollo ...
... grief ; All entertained , each passion labors so That every present sorrow seemeth chief , But none is best ; then join they all together , Like many clouds consulting for foul weather . y this , far off she hears some huntsmen hollo ...
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addressed Adonis appear bear beauty better blood breath Brutus Cæsar character cheeks dead dear death deep delight desire dost doth expressed eyes face fair false faults fear fire flowers follow foul gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven hold honor keep kind kiss leave lies light lines lips live look love's Lucrece Malone means mind nature never night once original painted Passionate person play poem poet poor praise present pride proud prove quoth reason Rome scene seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sight sometimes Sonnets sorrow soul speak spirit stand strong sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue true truth turn verse worth youth
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Сторінка 262 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Сторінка 203 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Сторінка 309 - That time of year thou mayst 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 see'st 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.
Сторінка 367 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Сторінка 273 - 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.
Сторінка 300 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; 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 352 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Сторінка 155 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least : Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.
Сторінка 197 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have...
Сторінка 286 - 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...