The Poetical Works of William ShakespeareLittle, Brown, 1866 - 288 страници |
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... false fortunes , The weakness of his state so much dejected , Not as a man repentant , but half mad His fortunes cannot answer his expense , He sits , and sullenly locks up his arms , Forgetting Heaven , looks downward ; which makes him ...
... false fortunes , The weakness of his state so much dejected , Not as a man repentant , but half mad His fortunes cannot answer his expense , He sits , and sullenly locks up his arms , Forgetting Heaven , looks downward ; which makes him ...
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... false alarms , suggesteth mutiny , " And in a peaceful hour doth cry , kill , kill ; Distempering gentle love in his desire , 66 " As air and water do abate the fire This sour informer , this bate - breeding27 spy , " This canker that ...
... false alarms , suggesteth mutiny , " And in a peaceful hour doth cry , kill , kill ; Distempering gentle love in his desire , 66 " As air and water do abate the fire This sour informer , this bate - breeding27 spy , " This canker that ...
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... false sound enter there ; " Lest the deceiving harmony should run " Into the quiet closure of my breast ; " And then my little heart were quite undone , " In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest . " No , lady , no ; my heart longs not to ...
... false sound enter there ; " Lest the deceiving harmony should run " Into the quiet closure of my breast ; " And then my little heart were quite undone , " In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest . " No , lady , no ; my heart longs not to ...
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... false dart " Mistakes that aim , and cleaves an infant's heart . " Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , " And hearing him , thy power had lost his power . " The destinies will curse thee for this stroke ; " They bid thee crop ...
... false dart " Mistakes that aim , and cleaves an infant's heart . " Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , " And hearing him , thy power had lost his power . " The destinies will curse thee for this stroke ; " They bid thee crop ...
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... false bethinking grieves . " Even at this word she hears a merry horn , Whereat she leaps , that was but late forlorn . As falcons to the lure , away she flies ; The grass stoops not , she treads on it so light ; And in her haste ...
... false bethinking grieves . " Even at this word she hears a merry horn , Whereat she leaps , that was but late forlorn . As falcons to the lure , away she flies ; The grass stoops not , she treads on it so light ; And in her haste ...
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Страница 153 - 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...
Страница 153 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Страница 265 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Страница 273 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Страница 226 - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Страница 275 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Страница 47 - Which after him she darts, as one on shore Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, Till the wild waves will have him seen no more, Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend : So did the merciless and pitchy night Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
Страница 160 - 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 ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Страница 274 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Страница 222 - Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face ? In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd, And to this false plague are they now transferr'd. CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd...