Songs and SonnetsMacmillan and Company, 1879 - 253 страници |
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... spirit of love with a perpetual dullness . Let this sad interim like the ocean be Which parts the shore , where two contracted new Come daily to the banks , that , when they see Return of love , more blest may be the view ; Else call it ...
... spirit of love with a perpetual dullness . Let this sad interim like the ocean be Which parts the shore , where two contracted new Come daily to the banks , that , when they see Return of love , more blest may be the view ; Else call it ...
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... spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry , To find out shames and idle hours in me , The scope and tenour of thy jealousy ? O , no ! thy love , though much , is not so great : It is my love that keeps ...
... spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry , To find out shames and idle hours in me , The scope and tenour of thy jealousy ? O , no ! thy love , though much , is not so great : It is my love that keeps ...
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... spirit is thine , the better part of me : So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life , The prey of worms , my body being dead , The coward conquest of a wretch's knife , Too base of thee to be rememberéd . The worth of that is that ...
... spirit is thine , the better part of me : So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life , The prey of worms , my body being dead , The coward conquest of a wretch's knife , Too base of thee to be rememberéd . The worth of that is that ...
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... spirit affords In polish'd form of well - refinéd pen , Hearing you praised , I say " Tis so , ' tis true , ' And to the most of praise add something more ; But that is in my thought , whose love to you , Though words come hindmost ...
... spirit affords In polish'd form of well - refinéd pen , Hearing you praised , I say " Tis so , ' tis true , ' And to the most of praise add something more ; But that is in my thought , whose love to you , Though words come hindmost ...
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... spirit , by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch , that struck me dead ? No , neither he , nor his compeers by night Giving him aid , my verse astonished . He , nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with ...
... spirit , by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch , that struck me dead ? No , neither he , nor his compeers by night Giving him aid , my verse astonished . He , nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with ...
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Страница 181 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Страница 117 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Страница 111 - 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 84 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Страница 162 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means, which public manners breeds, Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Страница 105 - 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...
Страница 180 - Past reason hunted ; and no sooner had, 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 prov'd, a very woe ; Before, a joy proposed ; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Страница 19 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Страница 158 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Страница 64 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.