The Poetical Works of William ShakespeareLittle, Brown, 1866 - 288 страници |
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... Malone's Ad- versaria , leaves to his second son , Richard , his second - best horse , but no land , because his father - in - law had promised E will , was all that Shakespeare left to his wife MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE . lxv.
... Malone's Ad- versaria , leaves to his second son , Richard , his second - best horse , but no land , because his father - in - law had promised E will , was all that Shakespeare left to his wife MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE . lxv.
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... leaves , and ground with flowers , And time of year reviveth every thing , And lovely nature smiles , and nothing lours ; Then Philomela most doth strain her breast , With night complaints , and sits in little rest . The bird's estate I ...
... leaves , and ground with flowers , And time of year reviveth every thing , And lovely nature smiles , and nothing lours ; Then Philomela most doth strain her breast , With night complaints , and sits in little rest . The bird's estate I ...
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... leave it to your honourable survey , and your honour to your heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful expectation . Your Honour's in all duty , WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 1 ear ] i . e . plough ...
... leave it to your honourable survey , and your honour to your heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful expectation . Your Honour's in all duty , WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 1 ear ] i . e . plough ...
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... leave of the weeping morn , Rose - cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase ; Hunting he lov'd , but love he laugh'd to scorn : Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain unto him , And like a bold - fac'd suitor ' gins to woo him . " Thrice fairer ...
... leave of the weeping morn , Rose - cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase ; Hunting he lov'd , but love he laugh'd to scorn : Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain unto him , And like a bold - fac'd suitor ' gins to woo him . " Thrice fairer ...
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... leave me here alone : " For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , " Is how to get my palfrey from the mare . " Thus she replies : " Thy palfrey , as he should , " Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire . " Affection is a coal ...
... leave me here alone : " For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , " Is how to get my palfrey from the mare . " Thus she replies : " Thy palfrey , as he should , " Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire . " Affection is a coal ...
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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...