The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Svazek 8 |
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Strana 15
... turns his lips another way . Never did passenger in summer's heat More thirst for drink , than she for this good turn : Her help she sees , but help she cannot get ; She bathes in water , yet her fire must burn ; " O , pity , " ' gan ...
... turns his lips another way . Never did passenger in summer's heat More thirst for drink , than she for this good turn : Her help she sees , but help she cannot get ; She bathes in water , yet her fire must burn ; " O , pity , " ' gan ...
Strana 17
... turn- ing ; My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow , My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . " Bid me discourse , I will ...
... turn- ing ; My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow , My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . " Bid me discourse , I will ...
Strana 21
... turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more increasing , The time is spent , her object will away , And from her twining arms doth urge releasing : " Pity " she cries " some favor - some re- morse - 99 1 Away he ...
... turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more increasing , The time is spent , her object will away , And from her twining arms doth urge releasing : " Pity " she cries " some favor - some re- morse - 99 1 Away he ...
Strana 39
... Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch , Each shadow makes him stop , each murmur stay : For misery is trodden on by many , And being low , never relieved by any . " Lie quietly , and ...
... Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch , Each shadow makes him stop , each murmur stay : For misery is trodden on by many , And being low , never relieved by any . " Lie quietly , and ...
Strana 50
... turn their tide , Being prisoned in her eye , like pearls in glass , Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside , Which her cheek melts , as scorning it should pass , To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground , Who is but drunken when ...
... turn their tide , Being prisoned in her eye , like pearls in glass , Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside , Which her cheek melts , as scorning it should pass , To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground , Who is but drunken when ...
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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...