Poems and Sonnets of William ShakespeareCosimo, Inc., 1.09.2007 г. - 296 страници He is the greatest writer in the English language-perhaps in any language-and here, in one compact volume is all the verse even many of those familiar with his plays have never read. In 1593 and 1594, while English theaters were closed in response to the plague, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616) turned from drama to narrative poems, and published the dyad "Venus and Adonis" and "The Rape of Lucrece," erotic meditations on lust and sexual power. Standing powerfully in opposition to each other, they also differ wildly from Shakespeare's romantic sonnets-all 154 of them are here. Also in this hard-to-find collection are the Bard's lesser known poems: "A Lover's Complaint," "The Passionate Pilgrim," "Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music," and "The Phoenix and the Turtle." Rounding out the collection are poems from his plays, featuring beloved excerpts from The Tempest, Two Gentlemen of Verona, Twelfth Night, Merry Wives of Windsor, Much Ado About Nothing, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Love's Labour's Lost, The Merchant of Venice, As You Like It, The Taming of the Shrew, and others. Not an academic work, this lovely volume lets Shakespeare's words stand on their own, resounding-as ever they do-with their own unique power and beauty. |
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... give what she did crave ; But when her lips were ready for his pay , He winks , and turns his lips another way . Never did passenger in summer's heat More thirst for drink , than she for this good turn : Her help she sees , but help she ...
... give what she did crave ; But when her lips were ready for his pay , He winks , and turns his lips another way . Never did passenger in summer's heat More thirst for drink , than she for this good turn : Her help she sees , but help she ...
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... Give me one kiss , I'll give it thee again , And one for interest , if thou wilt have twain . ' Fie , lifeless picture , cold and senseless stone , Well - painted idol , image dull and dead , Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing ...
... Give me one kiss , I'll give it thee again , And one for interest , if thou wilt have twain . ' Fie , lifeless picture , cold and senseless stone , Well - painted idol , image dull and dead , Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing ...
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... Give me my hand , ' saith he , ' why dost thou feel it ? ' ' Give me my heart , ' saith she , ' ' and thou shalt have it ; 1 O give it me lest thy hard heart do steel 16 VENUS AND ADONIS.
... Give me my hand , ' saith he , ' why dost thou feel it ? ' ' Give me my heart , ' saith she , ' ' and thou shalt have it ; 1 O give it me lest thy hard heart do steel 16 VENUS AND ADONIS.
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William Shakespeare. O give it me lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it ; Then love's deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . ' ' For shame , ' he ...
William Shakespeare. O give it me lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it ; Then love's deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . ' ' For shame , ' he ...
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Adonis art thou AUTOLYCUS bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood blushing boar breast breath cheeks Collatine Cuckoo dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lords falchion false faults fear fire flower fool forsworn foul gentle give grace grief groans hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hecate heigh-ho honour king kiss lend light lips live looks love's Love's fire Lucrece Lucretius lust mayst merry mind moan ne'er never night numbers o'er pale PANDARUS pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth scorn seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shadow shame sighs sight sing sorrow soul stamp'd swear Tarquin tears thee thine eye things thou art thou dost thou hast thou wilt thought thy love thyself Time's tongue true truth ugly night unto weary weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind Witch wound wretched youth
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Страница 194 - When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue; On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Страница 190 - 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 prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
Страница 176 - 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...
Страница 254 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
Страница 260 - 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.
Страница 257 - 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, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Страница 273 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Страница 167 - 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. Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking ; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgment making. Thus...