The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Svazek 8 |
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Strana 27
... true love in her naked bed , Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white , But , when his glutton eye so full hath fed , His other agents aim at like delight ? Who is so faint that dare not be so bold To touch the fire , the weather ...
... true love in her naked bed , Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white , But , when his glutton eye so full hath fed , His other agents aim at like delight ? Who is so faint that dare not be so bold To touch the fire , the weather ...
Strana 31
... true leaders to their queen , But for thy piteous lips no more had seen . " Long may they kiss each other , for this cure ! O , never let their crimson liveries wear ! And as they last , their verdure still endure , To drive infection2 ...
... true leaders to their queen , But for thy piteous lips no more had seen . " Long may they kiss each other , for this cure ! O , never let their crimson liveries wear ! And as they last , their verdure still endure , To drive infection2 ...
Strana 37
... true news , sometime false doth bring , Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ear , That if I love thee I thy death should fear : " And , more than so , presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry - chafing boar , 1 Danger ...
... true news , sometime false doth bring , Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ear , That if I love thee I thy death should fear : " And , more than so , presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry - chafing boar , 1 Danger ...
Strana 40
... true men thieves ; so do thy lips Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn , Lest she should steal a kiss , and die forsworn . " Now of this dark night I perceive the reason : Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine , Till forging nature ...
... true men thieves ; so do thy lips Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn , Lest she should steal a kiss , and die forsworn . " Now of this dark night I perceive the reason : Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine , Till forging nature ...
Strana 53
... true - sweet beauty lived and died with him . you : " Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear ! Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss Having no fair to lose , you need not fear ; The sun doth scorn you , and the wind doth hiss ...
... true - sweet beauty lived and died with him . you : " Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear ! Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss Having no fair to lose , you need not fear ; The sun doth scorn you , and the wind doth hiss ...
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addressed Adonis appear bear beauty better blood breath Brutus Cæsar character cheeks dead dear death deep delight desire dost doth expressed eyes face fair false faults fear fire flowers follow foul gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven hold honor keep kind kiss leave lies light lines lips live look love's Lucrece Malone means mind nature never night once original painted Passionate person play poem poet poor praise present pride proud prove quoth reason Rome scene seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sight sometimes Sonnets sorrow soul speak spirit stand strong sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue true truth turn verse worth youth
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Strana 262 - 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. O, 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 203 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Strana 309 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st 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.
Strana 367 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Strana 273 - 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.
Strana 300 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; 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 352 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Strana 155 - 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 remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.
Strana 197 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have...
Strana 286 - 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...