The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Svazek 8Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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Strana 18
... dead And so in spite of death thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . " By this the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them , And Titan , ' tired ' in the midday heat ...
... dead And so in spite of death thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . " By this the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them , And Titan , ' tired ' in the midday heat ...
Strana 19
... dead , Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing like a man , but of no woman bred ; Thou art no man , though of a man's complexion , For men will kiss even by their own direction . " This said , impatience chokes her pleading tongue ...
... dead , Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing like a man , but of no woman bred ; Thou art no man , though of a man's complexion , For men will kiss even by their own direction . " This said , impatience chokes her pleading tongue ...
Strana 21
... dead at first , what needs a second striking ? Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more ...
... dead at first , what needs a second striking ? Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more ...
Strana 23
... dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excel a common one , In shape , in courage , color , pace , and bone . Round - hoofed , short - jointed , fetlocks shag and long , Broad breast , full eye , small head , and nostril wide ...
... dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excel a common one , In shape , in courage , color , pace , and bone . Round - hoofed , short - jointed , fetlocks shag and long , Broad breast , full eye , small head , and nostril wide ...
Strana 29
... so thriveth ! The silly boy , believing she is dead , Claps her pale cheek , till clapping makes it red ; 1 Flaws is here used in the sense of violent blasts . • And all - amazed brake off his late intent 3 * VENUS AND ADONIS . 29.
... so thriveth ! The silly boy , believing she is dead , Claps her pale cheek , till clapping makes it red ; 1 Flaws is here used in the sense of violent blasts . • And all - amazed brake off his late intent 3 * VENUS AND ADONIS . 29.
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Strana 312 - 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 which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long : LXXIV.
Strana 148 - 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...
Strana 156 - And moan the expense of many a vanished 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 247 - 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...
Strana 172 - 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 422 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Strana 246 - 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.
Strana 268 - 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 170 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Strana 282 - 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.