The Sonnets of William Shakspere

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D. Appleton, 1887 - Počet stran: 251
 

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Lord of my love to whom in vaſſalage
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Weary with toil I haſte me to my bed
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How can I then return in happy plight
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When in diſgrace with fortune and mens eyes
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Thy boſom is endeared with all hearts
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If thou ſurvive my wellcontented day e
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Full many a glorious morning have I ſeen
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Why didſt thou promiſe ſuch a beauteous day
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No more be grieved at that which thou haſt done
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Let me confeſs that we two muſt be twain
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As a decrepit father takes delight
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How can my Muſe want ſubject to invent
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O how thy worth with manners may I ſing
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XL Take all my loves my love yea take them all
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Thoſe pretty wrongs that liberty commits
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That thou haſt her it is not all my grief
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When moſt I wink then do mine eyes beſt ſee
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If the dull ſubſtance of my fleſh were thought
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The other two ſlight air and purging fire
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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
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How careful was I when I took my way
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Againſt that time if ever that time come
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How heavy do I journey on the way
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LI Thus can my love excuſe the ſlow offence
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So am I as the rich whoſe bleſſed key
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What is your ſubſtance whereof are you made
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O how much more doth beauty beauteous ſeem
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Not marble nor the gilded monuments
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Lv1 Sweet love renew thy force be it not ſaid
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Lv11 Being your ſlave what ſhould I do but tend
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lvin That God forbid that made me firſt your ſlave
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If there be nothing new but that which is
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled ſhore
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Is it thy will thy image ſhould keep open
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Sin of ſelflove poſſeſſeth all mine eye
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Againſt my love ſhall be as I am now
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When I have ſeen by Times fell hand defaced
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Since braſs nor ſtone nor earth nor bound leſs ſea
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Tird with all theſe for reſtful death I cry
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Ah wherefore with infection ſhould he live
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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
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Thoſe parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view
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That thou art blamd ſhall not be thy defect 7o Lxxi No longer mourn for me when I am dead
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O left the world ſhould taſk you to recite
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Or I ſhall live your epitaph to make
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grant thou wert not married to my Muſe
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never ſaw that you did painting need
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Who is it that ſays moſt? which can ſay more
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My tonguetied Muſe in manners holds her ſtill
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Was it the proud full ſail of his great verſe
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Farewell thou art too dear for my poſſeſſing
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When thou ſhalt be diſpoſd to ſet me light
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Say that thou didſt forſake me for ſome fault
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Then hate me when thou wilt if ever now
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xc1 Some glory in their birth ſome in their ſkill
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But do thy worſt to ſteal thyſelf away
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So ſhall I live ſuppoſing thou art true
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They that have power to hurt and will do none
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How ſweet and lovely doſt thou make the ſhame
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xcvil How like a winter hath my abſence been
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From you have I been abſent in the ſpring
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The forward violet thus did I chide
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Where art thou Muſe that thou forgetſt ſo long
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c1 O truant Muſe what ſhall be thy amends
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My love is ſtrengthend though more weak in ſeeming
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Alack what poverty my Muſe brings forth rož
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To me fair friend you never can be old
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Let not my love be calld idolatry
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Not mine own fears nor the prophetic ſoul
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Whats in the brain that ink may character
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O never ſay that I was falſe of heart
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Alas tis true I have gone here and there
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cx1 O for my ſake do you with Fortune chide
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cx11 Your love and pity doth the impreſſion fill
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Since I left you mine eye is in my mind
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cxli1 Love is my fin and thy dear virtue hate
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Lo as a careful houſewife runs to catch
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Two loves I have of comfort and deſpair
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Thoſe lips that Loves own hand did make
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Poor ſoul the centre of my ſinful earth
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O me what eyes hath Love put in my head
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Canſt thou O cruel ſay I love thee not I49 cL O from what power haſt thou this powerful might
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Love is too young to know what conſcience is
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In loving thee thou knowſt I am forſworn
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Cupid laid by his brand and fell aſleep
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The little Lovegod lying once aſleep
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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 29 - 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...
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 146 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Strana lxi - Give me a spirit that on life's rough sea Loves to have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low, That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air. There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Strana 57 - ... sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are, how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Strana 60 - 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 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 71 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
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...

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