The Sonnets [of William Shakespeare]D. Appleton & Company, 1881 - Počet stran: 251 |
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Strana vii
... dost thou to mine eyes • . · . 137 CXXXVIII . When my love swears that she is made of truth 138 CXXXIX . O , call not me to justify the wrong · CXL . Be wife as thou art cruel ; do not press CXLI . In faith , I do not love thee with ...
... dost thou to mine eyes • . · . 137 CXXXVIII . When my love swears that she is made of truth 138 CXXXIX . O , call not me to justify the wrong · CXL . Be wife as thou art cruel ; do not press CXLI . In faith , I do not love thee with ...
Strana 38
... dost give invention light ? Be thou the tenth Muse , ten times more in worth Than thofe old nine which rimers invocate ; And he that calls on thee , let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date . If my flight Muse do please ...
... dost give invention light ? Be thou the tenth Muse , ten times more in worth Than thofe old nine which rimers invocate ; And he that calls on thee , let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date . If my flight Muse do please ...
Strana 79
... , And found it in thy cheek ; he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee doth live . Then thank him not for that which he doth say , Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay . LXXX . O , how I faint when I of SONNETS . 79.
... , And found it in thy cheek ; he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee doth live . Then thank him not for that which he doth say , Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay . LXXX . O , how I faint when I of SONNETS . 79.
Strana 137
... fo foul a face ? In things right true my heart and eyes have erred , And to this false plague are they now transferred . When CXXXVIII . my love fwears that she is made SONNETS . 137 Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes.
... fo foul a face ? In things right true my heart and eyes have erred , And to this false plague are they now transferred . When CXXXVIII . my love fwears that she is made SONNETS . 137 Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes.
Strana 230
... dost foist etc. ' ; we choose rather to think fuch things new , and specially created for our satisfaction , than , as they really are , old things of which we have already heard . CXXIV . Continues the thought of cxxIII . 13 , 230 NOTES .
... dost foist etc. ' ; we choose rather to think fuch things new , and specially created for our satisfaction , than , as they really are , old things of which we have already heard . CXXIV . Continues the thought of cxxIII . 13 , 230 NOTES .
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Strana 90 - 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...
Strana 107 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Strana 15 - ... even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night ; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Strana 87 - 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 64 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Strana 23 - O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
Strana 111 - 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 146 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Strana 144 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Strana 103 - 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...