Poems Written by Mr. William ShakespeareReprinted for T. Evans, 1775 - 250 страници |
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... wrong , Being judge in love , the cannot right her caufe . And now the weeps , and now fhe fain would fpeak , And now her fobs do her intendments break . Sometimes fhe fhakes her head , and then his hand ; Now gazeth fhe on him , now on ...
... wrong , Being judge in love , the cannot right her caufe . And now the weeps , and now fhe fain would fpeak , And now her fobs do her intendments break . Sometimes fhe fhakes her head , and then his hand ; Now gazeth fhe on him , now on ...
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... wrong , When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue . An oven that is ftopp'd , or river ftaid , Burneth more hotly , fwelleth with more rage : So of concealed forrow may be faid ; Free vent of words love's fire doth affuage : But when ...
... wrong , When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue . An oven that is ftopp'd , or river ftaid , Burneth more hotly , fwelleth with more rage : So of concealed forrow may be faid ; Free vent of words love's fire doth affuage : But when ...
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... wrong ! I had my load before , now press'd with bearing . Melodious difcord ! heavenly tune harfh - founding ! Earth's deep fweet mufick ! and heart's deep fore- [ wounding ! Had I no eyes , but ears , my ears would love That inward ...
... wrong ! I had my load before , now press'd with bearing . Melodious difcord ! heavenly tune harfh - founding ! Earth's deep fweet mufick ! and heart's deep fore- [ wounding ! Had I no eyes , but ears , my ears would love That inward ...
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... wrong , I did but act , he's author of thy flander . Grief hath two tongues , and never woman yet Cou'd rule them both without ten womens wit . Thus hoping that Adonis is alive , Her rafh fufpect the doth extenuate ; And that his beauty ...
... wrong , I did but act , he's author of thy flander . Grief hath two tongues , and never woman yet Cou'd rule them both without ten womens wit . Thus hoping that Adonis is alive , Her rafh fufpect the doth extenuate ; And that his beauty ...
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... wrong , Which far exceeds his barren fkill to fhow . Therefore that praife , which Colatine doth owe , Inchanted Tarquin answers with furmise , In filent wonder of ftill gazing eyes . This earthly faint , adored by this devil , Little ...
... wrong , Which far exceeds his barren fkill to fhow . Therefore that praife , which Colatine doth owe , Inchanted Tarquin answers with furmise , In filent wonder of ftill gazing eyes . This earthly faint , adored by this devil , Little ...
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Adonis againſt beauty beauty's beft behold bluſhing breaft breath cheeks Colatine dead dear death defire doft thou doth excufe eyes face faid fair falfe fame fear feek feem fhadow fhall fhalt fhame fhew fhould fhow fighs fight filly fing fire flain fleep fome forrow foul fpring freſh ftand ftate ftill ftrife ftrong fuch fummer fweet glaſs grace grief hath heart herſelf himſelf honour huſband kifs lips live looks love's Lucrece luft Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night paffion pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe prefent Priam quoth fhe reafon reft regifter rofe ſay ſeem Sextus Tarquinius ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpend ſtand ſtay ſtill ſweet Tarquin tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thou doft thought thouſand thro thyfelf tongue treaſure true unto uſe weep Whilft whofe Whoſe wound yourſelf youth
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Страница 152 - 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.
Страница 109 - 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.
Страница 155 - 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?
Страница 108 - 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.
Страница 174 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream.
Страница 185 - 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.
Страница 163 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Страница 175 - ... 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 : And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Страница 161 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Страница 126 - 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...