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 16
... night : Love keeps his revels where there are but twain ; Be bold to play , our sport is not in sight : These blue - veined violets whereon we lean . Never can blab , nor know not what we mean . " The tender spring upon thy tempting lip ...
... night : Love keeps his revels where there are but twain ; Be bold to play , our sport is not in sight : These blue - veined violets whereon we lean . Never can blab , nor know not what we mean . " The tender spring upon thy tempting lip ...
Strana 17
... night , even where I list to sport me : Is love so light , sweet boy , and may it be That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee ? Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo ...
... night , even where I list to sport me : Is love so light , sweet boy , and may it be That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee ? Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo ...
Strana 30
... night of sorrow now is turned to day : Her two blue windows ' faintly she upheaveth , Like the fair sun , when in his fresh array He cheers the morn , and all the world relieveth : And as the bright sun glorifies the sky , So is her ...
... night of sorrow now is turned to day : Her two blue windows ' faintly she upheaveth , Like the fair sun , when in his fresh array He cheers the morn , and all the world relieveth : And as the bright sun glorifies the sky , So is her ...
Strana 31
... night . ' " O , where am I ? " quoth she , " in earth or heaven , Or in the ocean drenched , or in the fire ? What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's ...
... night . ' " O , where am I ? " quoth she , " in earth or heaven , Or in the ocean drenched , or in the fire ? What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's ...
Strana 32
... night's herald , shrieks , ' tis very late ; The sheep are gone to fold , birds to their nest ; And coal - black clouds that shadow heaven's light Do summon us to part , and bid good night . " Now let me say ' good night , ' and so say ...
... night's herald , shrieks , ' tis very late ; The sheep are gone to fold , birds to their nest ; And coal - black clouds that shadow heaven's light Do summon us to part , and bid good night . " Now let me say ' good night , ' and so say ...
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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.