Songs and SonnetsMacmillan and Company, 1879 - 253 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... dear creature , how to think and speak ; Lay open to my earthy - gross conceit , Smother'd in errors , feeble , shallow , weak , The folded meaning of your words ' deceit . Against my soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander ...
... dear creature , how to think and speak ; Lay open to my earthy - gross conceit , Smother'd in errors , feeble , shallow , weak , The folded meaning of your words ' deceit . Against my soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander ...
الصفحة 33
... . The lark , that tirra - lyra chants , With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the jay , Are summer songs for me and my aunts , While we lie tumbling in the hay . D But shall I go mourn for that , my dear OF SHAKESPEARE 33.
... . The lark , that tirra - lyra chants , With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the jay , Are summer songs for me and my aunts , While we lie tumbling in the hay . D But shall I go mourn for that , my dear OF SHAKESPEARE 33.
الصفحة 34
... , the foot - path way , And merrily hent the stile - a : A merry heart goes all the day , Your sad , tires in a mile - a . 35 XXIX PEDLAR'S CRIES AWN as white as driven snow 34 SONGS AND SONNETS But shall I go mourn for that, my dear...
... , the foot - path way , And merrily hent the stile - a : A merry heart goes all the day , Your sad , tires in a mile - a . 35 XXIX PEDLAR'S CRIES AWN as white as driven snow 34 SONGS AND SONNETS But shall I go mourn for that, my dear...
الصفحة 36
... dear - a ? Any silk , any thread , Any toys for your head , Of the new'st and finest , finest wear - a ? Come to the pedlar ; Money's a medler That doth utter all men's ware - a . XXX BACCHANALIAN SONG COME , thou Monarch of the vine ...
... dear - a ? Any silk , any thread , Any toys for your head , Of the new'st and finest , finest wear - a ? Come to the pedlar ; Money's a medler That doth utter all men's ware - a . XXX BACCHANALIAN SONG COME , thou Monarch of the vine ...
الصفحة 37
... dear , And lusty lads roam here and there So merrily , And ever among so merrily . Be merry , be merry , my wife has all ; ' Tis For women are shrews , both short and tall : merry in hall when beards wag all , And welcome merry Shrove ...
... dear , And lusty lads roam here and there So merrily , And ever among so merrily . Be merry , be merry , my wife has all ; ' Tis For women are shrews , both short and tall : merry in hall when beards wag all , And welcome merry Shrove ...
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alack bear beauteous beauty's blessed blood breath cheek Cuckoo dead dear death dost thou doth earth F. T. PALGRAVE face fair fairy false faults fear flowers fool forsworn foul gainst gentle give glass golden grace hate hath heaven heaven's gate heigh-ho Heir of Redclyffe honour limbecks live look love thee love's LOVER'S COMPLAINT lovers Lyrical merry merry heart mind mistress moan Muse ne'er never night nonny o'er passion Passionate Pilgrim phoenix pity pleasure poems poet poison'd praise rose Selected and arranged Shakespeare shalt shame shine sigh sight sing SONG 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 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
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 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.
الصفحة 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.