The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Svazek 9Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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Strana 18
... beauteous combat , wilful and unwilling , Shew'd like to silver doves that sit a billing . Once more the engine of our thoughts began ; O fairest mover on this mortal round ! Would thou wert as I am , and I a man , My heart all whole as ...
... beauteous combat , wilful and unwilling , Shew'd like to silver doves that sit a billing . Once more the engine of our thoughts began ; O fairest mover on this mortal round ! Would thou wert as I am , and I a man , My heart all whole as ...
Strana 31
... beauteous influence that makes him bright ; There lives a son , that suck'd an earthly mother , May lend thee light , as thou dost lend to other . This said , she hasted to a myrtle grove , Musing the morning is so much o'erworn ; And ...
... beauteous influence that makes him bright ; There lives a son , that suck'd an earthly mother , May lend thee light , as thou dost lend to other . This said , she hasted to a myrtle grove , Musing the morning is so much o'erworn ; And ...
Strana 38
... beauteous livery that he wore ; Witness the entertainment that he gave , If he did see his face , why then I know , He thought to kiss him , and hath kill'd him so ' Tis true , true , true , thus was Adonis slain , He ran upon the boar ...
... beauteous livery that he wore ; Witness the entertainment that he gave , If he did see his face , why then I know , He thought to kiss him , and hath kill'd him so ' Tis true , true , true , thus was Adonis slain , He ran upon the boar ...
Strana 45
... beauteous mate ; Reck'ning his fortune at so high a rate , That kings might be espoused to more fame , But king nor prince to such a peerless dame . O happiness enjoy'd but of a few ! And if possess'd , as soon decay'd and done ! As is ...
... beauteous mate ; Reck'ning his fortune at so high a rate , That kings might be espoused to more fame , But king nor prince to such a peerless dame . O happiness enjoy'd but of a few ! And if possess'd , as soon decay'd and done ! As is ...
Strana 100
... beauteous seem , By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live . The canker - blooms have full as deep a dye , As the perfumed tincture of the roses ...
... beauteous seem , By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live . The canker - blooms have full as deep a dye , As the perfumed tincture of the roses ...
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Strana 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Strana 130 - 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. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Strana 131 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Strana 99 - 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...
Strana 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Strana 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Strana 99 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Strana 112 - 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...
Strana 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Strana 138 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.