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الصفحة 303 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
الصفحة 273 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow : The world may find the Spring by following her ; For other print her airy steps ne'er left : Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west-wind she shot along, And where she went the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot...
الصفحة 31 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir, that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
الصفحة 306 - The applause ! delight ! the wonder of our stage ! My Shakespeare, rise ; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room : Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
الصفحة 307 - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
الصفحة 317 - On My First Daughter Here lies, to each her parents' ruth, Mary, the daughter of their youth; Yet, all heaven's gifts being heaven's due, It makes the father less to rue. At six months...
الصفحة 306 - For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses' anvil ; turn the same, And himself with it, that he thinks to frame ; Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn ; For a good poet's made, as well as born. And such wert thou...
الصفحة 10 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life!