The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., المجلد 8Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... live , when thou thyself art dead And so in spite of death thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . " By this the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them , And Titan ...
... live , when thou thyself art dead And so in spite of death thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . " By this the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them , And Titan ...
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... lives by subtilty , Or at the roe , which no encounter dare : Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs , And on thy well - breathed horse keep with thy hounds . " And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare , Mark the poor wretch ...
... lives by subtilty , Or at the roe , which no encounter dare : Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs , And on thy well - breathed horse keep with thy hounds . " And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare , Mark the poor wretch ...
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... lives a son , that sucked an earthly mother , May lend thee light , as thou dost lend to other . " This said , she hasteth to a myrtle grove , Musing the morning is so much o'erworn , And yet she hears no tidings of her love : She ...
... lives a son , that sucked an earthly mother , May lend thee light , as thou dost lend to other . " This said , she hasteth to a myrtle grove , Musing the morning is so much o'erworn , And yet she hears no tidings of her love : She ...
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... lives , and Death is not to blame ; It was not she that called him all - to1 naught ; Now she adds honors to his hateful name ; She clepes him king of graves , and grave for kings , Imperious supreme of all mortal things . " No , no ...
... lives , and Death is not to blame ; It was not she that called him all - to1 naught ; Now she adds honors to his hateful name ; She clepes him king of graves , and grave for kings , Imperious supreme of all mortal things . " No , no ...
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... lives , and must not die , Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind ! For he being dead , with him is beauty slain , And , beauty dead , black chaos comes again.1 " Fie , fie , fond love , thou art so full of fear As one with treasure laden ...
... lives , and must not die , Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind ! For he being dead , with him is beauty slain , And , beauty dead , black chaos comes again.1 " Fie , fie , fond love , thou art so full of fear As one with treasure laden ...
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Antony bear beauteous beauty's behold blood breast breath brow Brutus Cæsar Cassius character cheeks Collatine Coriolanus dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth England's Helicon face fair fair lords falchion false faults fear flowers foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven honor Julius Cæsar kiss lines lips live look lord love's Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust Malone mayst mind mistress muse never night Passionate Pilgrim pity Plutarch poem poet poor praise pride proud quoth Roman Rome scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sight Sonnets sorrow soul speak stanzas strong Tarquin tears tell thee thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thy beauty thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth Venus and Adonis verse weep Whilst William Jaggard words wound young Rome youth
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الصفحة 312 - In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long : LXXIV.
الصفحة 148 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
الصفحة 156 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
الصفحة 247 - 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 172 - Like 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 422 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
الصفحة 246 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
الصفحة 268 - 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 170 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV 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, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
الصفحة 282 - 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.