The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 9Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... arm seems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits , Nor yet the other's distance comfort me . Then it is thus : the passions of the mind ; 2 * VOL . IX . That have their first conception by mis ...
... arm seems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits , Nor yet the other's distance comfort me . Then it is thus : the passions of the mind ; 2 * VOL . IX . That have their first conception by mis ...
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... arms to princes , and to subjects joys . Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ; The rest ( hark in thine ear , ) as black as incest ; Which by my knowledge found , the sinful father Seem'd not to strike , but smooth : but thou ...
... arms to princes , and to subjects joys . Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ; The rest ( hark in thine ear , ) as black as incest ; Which by my knowledge found , the sinful father Seem'd not to strike , but smooth : but thou ...
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... arms . 1 Fish . Why , do ye take it , and the gods give thee good on't ! 2 Fish . Ay , but hark you , my friend ... arm ; Unto thy value will I mount myself Upon a courser , whose delightful steps Shall make the gazer joy to see him ...
... arms . 1 Fish . Why , do ye take it , and the gods give thee good on't ! 2 Fish . Ay , but hark you , my friend ... arm ; Unto thy value will I mount myself Upon a courser , whose delightful steps Shall make the gazer joy to see him ...
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... arm'd knight , that's conquer'd by a lady : The motto thus , in Spanish , Piu per dulçura que fier fuerça.7 [ The third Knight passes . Sim . And what's the third ? Thai . The third of Antioch ; And his device , a wreath of chivalry ...
... arm'd knight , that's conquer'd by a lady : The motto thus , in Spanish , Piu per dulçura que fier fuerça.7 [ The third Knight passes . Sim . And what's the third ? Thai . The third of Antioch ; And his device , a wreath of chivalry ...
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... arms , Were more than you expect , or more than's fit , Since every worth in show commends itself . Prepare for mirth , for mirth becomes a feast : You are my guests . Thai . But you , my knight and guest ; To whom this wreath of ...
... arms , Were more than you expect , or more than's fit , Since every worth in show commends itself . Prepare for mirth , for mirth becomes a feast : You are my guests . Thai . But you , my knight and guest ; To whom this wreath of ...
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Страница 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Страница 130 - I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O...
Страница 98 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Страница 130 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Страница 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Страница 148 - 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 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Страница 129 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Страница 111 - For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see : Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Страница 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :