Songs and Sonnets by William Shakespeare ...Macmillan and Company, 1887 - 253 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 16
... Wish himself the heaven's breath . -Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn ; Vow , alack , for youth unmeet , Youth so apt to pluck a ...
... Wish himself the heaven's breath . -Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn ; Vow , alack , for youth unmeet , Youth so apt to pluck a ...
الصفحة 72
... wish would bear your living flowers , Much liker than your painted counterfeit : So should the lines of life that life repair , Which this , Time's pencil , or my pupil pen , Neither in inward worth nor outward fair , Can make you live ...
... wish would bear your living flowers , Much liker than your painted counterfeit : So should the lines of life that life repair , Which this , Time's pencil , or my pupil pen , Neither in inward worth nor outward fair , Can make you live ...
الصفحة 92
... wish in thee : This wish I have ; then ten times happy me ! THE NEW MUSE OW can my Muse want subject to 37.
... wish in thee : This wish I have ; then ten times happy me ! THE NEW MUSE OW can my Muse want subject to 37.
الصفحة 111
... , when they see Return of love , more blest may be the view ; Else call it winter , which being full of care Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd , more rare . 112 SONGS AND SONNETS ABSENCE BEING your slave , what 56.
... , when they see Return of love , more blest may be the view ; Else call it winter , which being full of care Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd , more rare . 112 SONGS AND SONNETS ABSENCE BEING your slave , what 56.
الصفحة 189
... friend came debtor for my sake ; So him I lose through my unkind abuse . Him have I lost ; thou hast both him and me : He pays the whole , and yet am I not free . 190 SONGS AND SONNETS WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHOEVER hath her wish 34.
... friend came debtor for my sake ; So him I lose through my unkind abuse . Him have I lost ; thou hast both him and me : He pays the whole , and yet am I not free . 190 SONGS AND SONNETS WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHOEVER hath her wish 34.
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alack bear beauteous beauty's blesséd blood breath cheek Cuckoo dead dear death dost thou doth earth eternal Exeter College F. T. PALGRAVE face fair fairy false faults fcap fear flowers fool forsworn foul FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gainst gentle give glass golden grace Harvard College hate hath heaven heigh-ho honour kind limbecks live look love thee love's LOVER'S COMPLAINT lovers LYRICAL merry mind mistress moan Muse ne'er never night nonny o'er passion Passionate Pilgrim phoenix pity pleasure poems poet poison'd praise rose SHAKESPEARE shalt shame shine sigh sight sing SONGS AND SONNETS sorrow soul summer swear tears tell thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou wilt thoughts thy beauty thy heart thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth verse vows weep Whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WORLD WELL LOST youth
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الصفحة 115 - IKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
الصفحة 85 - 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...
الصفحة 42 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
الصفحة 88 - 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.
الصفحة 185 - 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 damasked, 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...
الصفحة 120 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
الصفحة 166 - 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 162 - 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.
الصفحة 161 - When in the chronicle of wasted time, I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed, Even such a beauty as you master now.