Poems, with illustrative remarks [ed. by W.C. Oulton]. To which is prefixed a sketch of the author's life, Том 2 |
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... hand . Against my love shall be as I am now , With time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er - worn ; When hours have drain'd his blood , and fill'd his brow With lines and wrinkles ; when his youthful morn VOL . II . B INJURIOUS TIME ...
... hand . Against my love shall be as I am now , With time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er - worn ; When hours have drain'd his blood , and fill'd his brow With lines and wrinkles ; when his youthful morn VOL . II . B INJURIOUS TIME ...
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... hand defac'd , The rich proud cost of out - worn bury'd age : When sometimes lofty towers I see down raz'd And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore , And the ...
... hand defac'd , The rich proud cost of out - worn bury'd age : When sometimes lofty towers I see down raz'd And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore , And the ...
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... hand can hold this swift foot back , Or who his spoil on beauty can forbid ? O ! none ! unless this miracle have might , That in black ink my love may still shine bright . Tir'd with all these , for restful death I cry ; As to behold ...
... hand can hold this swift foot back , Or who his spoil on beauty can forbid ? O ! none ! unless this miracle have might , That in black ink my love may still shine bright . Tir'd with all these , for restful death I cry ; As to behold ...
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... hand th ' account of hours to crave , Being your vassal , bound to stay your leisure . O let me suffer ( being at your beck ) Th ' imprison'd absence of your liberty ; And patience , tame to sufferance , bide each check , Without ...
... hand th ' account of hours to crave , Being your vassal , bound to stay your leisure . O let me suffer ( being at your beck ) Th ' imprison'd absence of your liberty ; And patience , tame to sufferance , bide each check , Without ...
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... hand deface In thee thy summer , ere thou be distill'd Make sweet some vial , treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure , ere it be self - kill'd : That use is not forbidden usury , Which happies those that pay the willing loan ...
... hand deface In thee thy summer , ere thou be distill'd Make sweet some vial , treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure , ere it be self - kill'd : That use is not forbidden usury , Which happies those that pay the willing loan ...
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Страница 55 - 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 4 - 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 5 - Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Страница 25 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Страница 58 - Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave, "When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen,) Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Страница 85 - 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...
Страница 7 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste...
Страница 62 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving.
Страница 53 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth : your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this...
Страница 23 - 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.