The Sonnets of William Shakspere

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D. Appleton, 1881 - Počet stran: 251
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Is it for fear to wet a widows eye
As faſt as thou ſhalt wane ſo iaft thou growſt
When I do count the clock that tells the time
O that you were yourſelf I but love you are
Not from the ſtars do I my judgment pluck
When I conſider every thing that grows
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Who will believe my verſe in time to come
Shall I compare thee to a ſummers day
Devouring Time blunt thou the lions paws
A womans face with Natures own hand painted
So is it not with me as with that Muſe
My glaſs ſhall not perſuade me I am old
As an unperfect actor on the ſtage
Mine eye hath playd the painter and hath ftellid
Let thoſe who are in favour with their ſtars
Lord of my love to whom in vaſſalage
Weary with toil I hafte me to my bed
How can I then return in happy plight
When in diſgrace with fortune and mens eyes
When to the ſeſſions of ſweet ſilent thought
Thy boſom is endeared with all hearts
If thou ſurvive my wellcontented day
Full many a glorious morning have I ſeen
Why didſt thou promiſe ſuch a beauteous day
No more be grieved at that which thou haſt done
Let me confeſs that we two muſt be twain
As a decrepit father takes delight
XXXVIH How can my Muſe want ſubject to invent
O how thy worth with manners may I fing
Take all my loves my love yea take them all
Thoſe pretty wrongs that liberty commits
That thou haſt her it is not all my grief
When moſt I wink then do mine eyes beſt ſee
If the dull ſubſtance of my fleſh were thought
The other two ſlight air and purging fire
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war

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Strana 114 - 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 62 - 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 105 - 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 102 - 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...
Strana 144 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Strana 13 - ... 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 85 - 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 16 - 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: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd...
Strana 128 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
Strana 108 - These blenches gave my heart another youth, And worse essays proved thee my best of love. Now all is done, have what shall have no end: Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.

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