The Sonnets [of William Shakespeare]D. Appleton & Company, 1881 - Počet stran: 251 |
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Strana 37
... poor , nor despised , Whilft that this shadow doth such substance give That I in thy abundance am fufficed And by a part of all thy glory live . Look , what is beft , that best I wish in thee : This wish I have ; then ten times happy me ...
... poor , nor despised , Whilft that this shadow doth such substance give That I in thy abundance am fufficed And by a part of all thy glory live . Look , what is beft , that best I wish in thee : This wish I have ; then ten times happy me ...
Strana 49
... guard the lawful reasons on thy part : To leave poor me thou haft the ftrength of laws , Since why to love I can allege no cause . L. How heavy do I journey on the way , SONNETS . 49 Against that time, if ever that time come.
... guard the lawful reasons on thy part : To leave poor me thou haft the ftrength of laws , Since why to love I can allege no cause . L. How heavy do I journey on the way , SONNETS . 49 Against that time, if ever that time come.
Strana 51
... poor beast then find , When swift extremity can seem but flow ? Then should I fpur , though mounted on the wind , In winged speed no motion shall I know : Then can no horse with my defire keep pace ; Therefore defire , of perfect'ft ...
... poor beast then find , When swift extremity can seem but flow ? Then should I fpur , though mounted on the wind , In winged speed no motion shall I know : Then can no horse with my defire keep pace ; Therefore defire , of perfect'ft ...
Strana 67
... poor beauty indire @ ly feek Roses of shadow , fince his rose is true ? Why should he live , now Nature bankrupt is , Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins ? For she hath no exchequer now but his , And , proud of many , lives ...
... poor beauty indire @ ly feek Roses of shadow , fince his rose is true ? Why should he live , now Nature bankrupt is , Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins ? For she hath no exchequer now but his , And , proud of many , lives ...
Strana 71
... not fo much as my poor name rehearse , But let your love even with my life decay ; Left the wife world should look into your moan , And mock you with me after I am gone . LXXII . O , left the world should task you SONNETS . 71.
... not fo much as my poor name rehearse , But let your love even with my life decay ; Left the wife world should look into your moan , And mock you with me after I am gone . LXXII . O , left the world should task you SONNETS . 71.
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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 107 - 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 15 - ... 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 87 - 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 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 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 111 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Strana 146 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Strana 144 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
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...