The Poems of Shakespeare, Svazek 37Bell and Daldy, 1866 - Počet stran: 288 |
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Strana xxvii
... dead and cold creations to breathing and passionate beauty . Among the numerous dramas , manuscript as well as printed , of which time has spared no copies , were probably several rifacimenti by his master hand . Two of his earliest ...
... dead and cold creations to breathing and passionate beauty . Among the numerous dramas , manuscript as well as printed , of which time has spared no copies , were probably several rifacimenti by his master hand . Two of his earliest ...
Strana xxix
... dead , that I did not , I am as sory , as if the originall fault had beene my fault , because my selfe haue seene his demeanour no lesse ciuill than he exelent in the qualitie he professes : Besides , diuers of worship haue reported his ...
... dead , that I did not , I am as sory , as if the originall fault had beene my fault , because my selfe haue seene his demeanour no lesse ciuill than he exelent in the qualitie he professes : Besides , diuers of worship haue reported his ...
Strana xlviii
... dead , is no - thing . " Ashmole MSS . 38 . The letter from Peele to Marlowe , concerning Shakespeare and Jonson , which has been given in several publications , is undoubtedly a forgery : see my Life of Peele , p . iii . prefixed to ...
... dead , is no - thing . " Ashmole MSS . 38 . The letter from Peele to Marlowe , concerning Shakespeare and Jonson , which has been given in several publications , is undoubtedly a forgery : see my Life of Peele , p . iii . prefixed to ...
Strana lii
... dead , he de- sired it might be done immediately ; upon which Shakespeare gave him these four verses : Ten in the hundred lies here engrav'd ; ' Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Ho ...
... dead , he de- sired it might be done immediately ; upon which Shakespeare gave him these four verses : Ten in the hundred lies here engrav'd ; ' Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Ho ...
Strana liv
... dead , he doth but sleepe . This stony register is for his bones , His fame is more perpetual than these stones : And his own goodness , with himself being gone , Shall live , when earthly monument is none . " Written upon the west end ...
... dead , he doth but sleepe . This stony register is for his bones , His fame is more perpetual than these stones : And his own goodness , with himself being gone , Shall live , when earthly monument is none . " Written upon the west end ...
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Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson bequeath blood Boswell breast breath cheeks Collatine daughter dead dear death delight desire doth dramas face fair false fault fear fire flower foul Francis Collins gentle give grace grief Hamnet hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour John Shakespeare Jonson king kiss lips live looks Lord love's Lucrece lust Malone may'st mind never night pale pity play POEMS poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud queen quoth Rape of Lucrece Richard Burbage Shak Shakespeare shame sighs sight sing Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford Susanna Hall swear sweet Tarquin tears theatre thee thine eye thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thyself time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis verse weep Welcombe William William Shakespeare wind WITCH words wound Yorkshire Tragedy youth
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Strana 218 - 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 in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Strana 284 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Strana 174 - 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 153 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Strana 269 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 276 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Strana 39 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...
Strana 279 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Strana 159 - 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.
Strana 202 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...