Poems, with illustrative remarks [ed. by W.C. Oulton]. To which is prefixed a sketch of the author's life, Том 2 |
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... , when thou feel'st it cold . Look in thy glass , and tell the face thou viewest , Now is the time that face should form another ; YOUTHFUL GLORY . Whose fresh repair , if now thou B 4 SHAKESPEARE'S POEMS . LOVE'S CRUELTY. ...
... , when thou feel'st it cold . Look in thy glass , and tell the face thou viewest , Now is the time that face should form another ; YOUTHFUL GLORY . Whose fresh repair , if now thou B 4 SHAKESPEARE'S POEMS . LOVE'S CRUELTY. ...
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... tell of good or evil luck , Of plagues , of dearths , or seasons quality ; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell , Pointing to each his thunder , rain , and wind ; Or say , with princes if it shall go well , By aught predict that I in ...
... tell of good or evil luck , Of plagues , of dearths , or seasons quality ; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell , Pointing to each his thunder , rain , and wind ; Or say , with princes if it shall go well , By aught predict that I in ...
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... tell ; For being both to me , both to each friend , I guess one angel in another's hell . The truth I shall not know , but live in doubt , ' Till my bad angel fire my good one out . FAST AND LOOSE . DID not the heavenly rhetoric of ...
... tell ; For being both to me , both to each friend , I guess one angel in another's hell . The truth I shall not know , but live in doubt , ' Till my bad angel fire my good one out . FAST AND LOOSE . DID not the heavenly rhetoric of ...
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... tell the day , to please him , thou art bright , And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night , When sparkling stars tweer out , thou gild'st the even . But day doth daily draw my ...
... tell the day , to please him , thou art bright , And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night , When sparkling stars tweer out , thou gild'st the even . But day doth daily draw my ...
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... tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoaned moan , Which I new pay , as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restor'd , and sorrows end . THE BENEFIT OF FRIENDSHIP . Thy bosom is endeared ...
... tell o'er The sad account of fore - bemoaned moan , Which I new pay , as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restor'd , and sorrows end . THE BENEFIT OF FRIENDSHIP . Thy bosom is endeared ...
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AMOROUS EPISTLE bear beauteous beauty's behold breast breath CEPHALUS cheek dead dear death delight dost thou doth earth EDITOR EPISTLE OF PARIS face fair false fame fear feasts of love fire flame flowers gainst give grace hast hate hath heart heaven HELEN TO PARIS Jove kiss Lest live look lov'st love's Love's Labour's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT MALONE may'st means MENELAUS mind MINOTAUR modern edition muse night PARIS TO HELEN Passionate Pilgrim pity pleasure poet poor praise PRIAM PROCRIS quarto queen rhyme rich Richard Barnefield Samuel Lysons Shakespeare shalt shame shew sighs sight sing sonnets sorrow soul STEEVENS swear tears thee THESEUS thine eye thing thou art thou dost thoughts thro thy love thy sweet thyself time's tongue Trojan true truth unto VENUS verse weep Whilst William Jaggard word worth youth
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Сторінка 55 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Сторінка 4 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Сторінка 5 - Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Сторінка 25 - 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...
Сторінка 58 - Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave, "When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen,) Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Сторінка 85 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so, Had, having, and...
Сторінка 7 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste...
Сторінка 62 - 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 53 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth : your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this...
Сторінка 23 - 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 remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.