The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, Svazek 18 |
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Strana 49
... praise the clear unmatched red and white Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight , Where mortal stars , as bright as heaven's beauties , With pure aspects did him peculiar duties . For he the night before , in Tarquin's tent , Unlock ...
... praise the clear unmatched red and white Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight , Where mortal stars , as bright as heaven's beauties , With pure aspects did him peculiar duties . For he the night before , in Tarquin's tent , Unlock ...
Strana 52
... praise which Collatine doth owe , Enchanted Tarquin anfwers with furmife , In filent wonder of ftill - gazing eyes . This earthly faint , adored by this devil , Little fufpe & teth the falfe worshipper ; For thoughts unftain'd do feldom ...
... praise which Collatine doth owe , Enchanted Tarquin anfwers with furmife , In filent wonder of ftill - gazing eyes . This earthly faint , adored by this devil , Little fufpe & teth the falfe worshipper ; For thoughts unftain'd do feldom ...
Strana 53
... praises Collatine's high name , Made glorious by his manly chivalry , ' With bruised arms and wreaths of victory : Her joy with heav'd - up hand she doth exprefs , And , wordless , so greets heaven for his fuccefs . Far from the purpose ...
... praises Collatine's high name , Made glorious by his manly chivalry , ' With bruised arms and wreaths of victory : Her joy with heav'd - up hand she doth exprefs , And , wordless , so greets heaven for his fuccefs . Far from the purpose ...
Strana 122
... praise . How much more praise deferv'd thy beauty's use , If thou could'st answer- " 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 ...
... praise . How much more praise deferv'd thy beauty's use , If thou could'st answer- " 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 ...
Strana 131
... child , though not fo bright As thofe gold candles fix'd in heaven's air : Let them fay more that like of hearsay well ; I will not praise , that purpose not to fell . XXII . My glass shall not perfuade me I am K ij SONNET S. 131 XX. ...
... child , though not fo bright As thofe gold candles fix'd in heaven's air : Let them fay more that like of hearsay well ; I will not praise , that purpose not to fell . XXII . My glass shall not perfuade me I am K ij SONNET S. 131 XX. ...
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Strana 206 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Strana 178 - 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 : 0, 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.
Strana 176 - 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.
Strana 136 - 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.
Strana 184 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty...
Strana 168 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Strana 151 - 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.
Strana 164 - 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?
Strana 169 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Strana 166 - 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...