The Poems of Shakespeare, Том 37Bell and Daldy, 1866 - 288 страници |
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... wrong be to them offered . And to allowe them such former courtesies , as hathe bene given to men of their place and qualitie : and also what further favour you shall shew to these our servants for our sake , we shall take kindly at ...
... wrong be to them offered . And to allowe them such former courtesies , as hathe bene given to men of their place and qualitie : and also what further favour you shall shew to these our servants for our sake , we shall take kindly at ...
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... wrong . ' did never wrong , but with just cause , ' and such like ; which He replied , Cæsar were ridiculous . But he redeemed his vices with his virtues . There was ever more in him to be praised than to be par- Works , ed . Gifford ...
... wrong . ' did never wrong , but with just cause , ' and such like ; which He replied , Cæsar were ridiculous . But he redeemed his vices with his virtues . There was ever more in him to be praised than to be par- Works , ed . Gifford ...
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... though his peculiar beauties are , I think , less conspicuous in his Sonnets than in his other works : " I once may see when years shall wreck my wrong , When golden hairs shall change to silver wire , And MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE . lxvii.
... though his peculiar beauties are , I think , less conspicuous in his Sonnets than in his other works : " I once may see when years shall wreck my wrong , When golden hairs shall change to silver wire , And MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE . lxvii.
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... wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her intendments 9 break . Sometimes she shakes her head , and then his hand , Now gazeth she on him , now ...
... wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her intendments 9 break . Sometimes she shakes her head , and then his hand , Now gazeth she on him , now ...
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... wrong , When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue . An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; But when ...
... wrong , When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue . An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; But when ...
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Страница 218 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed 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 284 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Страница 174 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
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 269 - 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 276 - 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 39 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...
Страница 279 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Страница 159 - 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 202 - 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...