The Aldus Shakespeare: With Copious Notes and Comments, Том 39Bigelow Smith, 1909 |
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... deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . ' ' For shame , ' he cries , ' let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you ...
... deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . ' ' For shame , ' he cries , ' let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you ...
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... deep - sweet music , and heart's deep - sore wounding . 429. " mermaid's " ; early Qq . , " marmaides " ; " marmaids ” ; cp . 1. 777 ; Q. 1 , 2 , 3 , " marmaids " ; Q. 4 , " mirmaides . " - I . G. ' Had I no eyes but ears , my ears 37 ...
... deep - sweet music , and heart's deep - sore wounding . 429. " mermaid's " ; early Qq . , " marmaides " ; " marmaids ” ; cp . 1. 777 ; Q. 1 , 2 , 3 , " marmaids " ; Q. 4 , " mirmaides . " - I . G. ' Had I no eyes but ears , my ears 37 ...
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... deep - dark cabins of her head : Where they resign their office and their light To the disposing of her troubled brain ; Who bids them still consort with ugly night , And never wound the heart with looks again ; Who , like a king ...
... deep - dark cabins of her head : Where they resign their office and their light To the disposing of her troubled brain ; Who bids them still consort with ugly night , And never wound the heart with looks again ; Who , like a king ...
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... deep conceit is such As passing all conceit needs no defense . Thou lovest to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus ' lute , the queen of music , makes ; 10 And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd When as himself to singing he ...
... deep conceit is such As passing all conceit needs no defense . Thou lovest to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus ' lute , the queen of music , makes ; 10 And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd When as himself to singing he ...
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... deep - wounded with a boar , 10 Deep in the thigh , a spectacle of ruth ! See in my thigh , ' quoth she , ' here was the sore . ' She showed hers : he saw more wounds than one , And blushing fled , and left all alone . X Sweet rose ...
... deep - wounded with a boar , 10 Deep in the thigh , a spectacle of ruth ! See in my thigh , ' quoth she , ' here was the sore . ' She showed hers : he saw more wounds than one , And blushing fled , and left all alone . X Sweet rose ...
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arms Barnfield bear beauty behold bids birds blood blush boar breast breath chaste cheeks Collatine conj dead death delight desire dost doth edition England's Helicon eyes face fair false fear fire flower foul Francis Meres gentle grace grief hand haste hath hear heart heaven Hero and Leander honor ISRAEL GOLLANCZ Jaggard kill'd king kiss light lips live looks Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust maid Malone mind ne'er never night o'er Ovid pale Passionate Pilgrim pity poem poet poor Priam printed proud queen quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE rhyming Richard Barnfield Richard Field seem'd Shake Shakespeare shalt shame sighs sight Sonnets sorrow soul stain sweet Tarquin tears Tereus thee thine thing thou art thought title-page tongue Turtle unto Venus and Adonis weary weep Whereat wilt wind words wound youth
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Страница 102 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Страница 57 - Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun, Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes, ere summer half be done: Love surfeits not, lust like a glutton dies : Love is all truth, lust full of forged lies.
Страница 19 - But the sense of musical delight, with the power of producing it, is a gift of imagination ; and this together with the power of reducing multitude into unity of effect, and modifying a series of thoughts by some one predominant thought or feeling, may be cultivated and improved, but can never be learned. It is in these that
Страница 104 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Страница 12 - As the soul of Euphorbus was thought to live in Pythagoras, so the sweet witty soul of Ovid lives in mellifluous and honey-tongued Shakespeare: witness his Venus and Adonis, his Lucrece, his sugared sonnets among his private friends, &c.
Страница 86 - 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 79 - ... that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlowe, now at least fifty years ago; and the milkmaid's mother sang an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days.
Страница 103 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, Tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless beasts they will not cheer thee : King Pandion he is dead ; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead ; All thy fellow birds do sing, Careless of thy sorrowing.
Страница 102 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Страница 77 - I might steale them from him; and hee to doe himselfe right, hath since published them in his owne name; but as I must acknowledge my lines not worthy his patronage, under whom he hath publisht them, so the Author I know much offended with M.