The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare and the Earl of SurreyJ. Nichol, 1856 - 316 стор. |
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... strong sympathy with the very fiercest and most incontrollable of all the passions which he drew . Goethe paints as if the world and all its in- habitants were dead , and their blood and bones transformed xxxiv THE LIFE AND POETRY OF.
... strong sympathy with the very fiercest and most incontrollable of all the passions which he drew . Goethe paints as if the world and all its in- habitants were dead , and their blood and bones transformed xxxiv THE LIFE AND POETRY OF.
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... blood and bones transformed into boxes of colours for his palette . Shakspeare draws from living figures , and with fingers that often tremble , a heart that often palpitates , and a brow that often flushes as he pro- ceeds . Wit and ...
... blood and bones transformed into boxes of colours for his palette . Shakspeare draws from living figures , and with fingers that often tremble , a heart that often palpitates , and a brow that often flushes as he pro- ceeds . Wit and ...
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... blood doth boil , And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage ; Planting oblivion , beating reason back , Forgetting shame's pure blush , and honour's wrack . 94 Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird ...
... blood doth boil , And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage ; Planting oblivion , beating reason back , Forgetting shame's pure blush , and honour's wrack . 94 Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird ...
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... blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , Doth make them droop with grief , and hang the head . 112 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 ...
... blood upon the fresh flowers being shed , Doth make them droop with grief , and hang the head . 112 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 ...
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... blood : Surfeits , imposthumes , grief , and damn'd despair , Swear Nature's death for framing thee so fair . 125And not the least of all these maladies , But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : Both favour , savour , hue , and ...
... blood : Surfeits , imposthumes , grief , and damn'd despair , Swear Nature's death for framing thee so fair . 125And not the least of all these maladies , But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : Both favour , savour , hue , and ...
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The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare and the Earl of Surrey William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1866 |
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Adonis art thou bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath burn careful song cheeks Collatine dead dear death delight desire doth dread Earl Earl of Surrey earth face fair false fault fear fire flame flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII honour king kiss lady light lips live looks Lord love's LOVER Lucrece lust mind never night pain pale pity plain pleasure poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth rage Rape of Lucrece Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sighs sight Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford Surrey Surrey's Susanna Hall sweet Tarquin tears tender thee things thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis wealth weary web of trust weep wilt wind woful wound youth
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Сторінка 152 - 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. Thyself thou...
Сторінка 180 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Сторінка 124 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe 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 restored and sorrows end.
Сторінка 110 - Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity ? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
Сторінка 210 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind ; Faithful friends are hard to find : Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering,
Сторінка 120 - For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart. Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me. How can I, then, be elder than thou art ? O ! therefore, love, be of thyself so wary, As I, not for myself, but for thee will, Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Сторінка 138 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Сторінка xxxv - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII. 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 : Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
Сторінка 115 - ... o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Сторінка xxxvii - In the name of God, Amen. I, William Shakspeare, of Stratfordupon-Avon, in the county of Warwick, gent., in perfect health and memory, (God be praised !) do make and ordain this my last will and testament in manner and form following ; that is to say : " First, I commend my soul into the hands of God my creator, hoping, and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting ; and my body to the earth whereof it is made.