The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Poems. Verses among the additional poems to Chester's Love's martyr, 1601. Illustrations of A lover's complaint, The passionate pilgrim, &c. Supplementary notice to the poems. Supplementary notice to the Roman playsPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful expecta- tion . 1 Your Honor's in all duty , WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 1 Ear , plough . 2 Honor . As a duke is now styled " your grace , " so " your ...
... heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful expecta- tion . 1 Your Honor's in all duty , WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 1 Ear , plough . 2 Honor . As a duke is now styled " your grace , " so " your ...
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... heart to thine own face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo thyself , be of thyself rejected , Steal thine own freedom , and complain on theft . Narcissus so himself himself forsook , And died to kiss his ...
... heart to thine own face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo thyself , be of thyself rejected , Steal thine own freedom , and complain on theft . Narcissus so himself himself forsook , And died to kiss his ...
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... heart hath treble wrong , When it is barred the aidance of the tongue . An oven that is stopped , or river stayed , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth ...
... heart hath treble wrong , When it is barred the aidance of the tongue . An oven that is stopped , or river stayed , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth ...
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... heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; ' For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . " " Give me my hand , " saith he ; " why dost thou feel it ? " " Give me my heart ...
... heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; ' For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . " " Give me my hand , " saith he ; " why dost thou feel it ? " " Give me my heart ...
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... heart ; To love's alarm it will not ope the gate . Dismiss your vows , your feigned tears , your flat- tery ; For where a heart is hard , they make no battery . " " What ! canst thou talk , " quoth she , " hast thou a tongue ? 1 O ...
... heart ; To love's alarm it will not ope the gate . Dismiss your vows , your feigned tears , your flat- tery ; For where a heart is hard , they make no battery . " " What ! canst thou talk , " quoth she , " hast thou a tongue ? 1 O ...
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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 false faults fear flowers foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath heart heaven honor Julius Cæsar kiss lines lips live look love's Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust Malone mayst mind mistress muse never night painted Passionate Pilgrim pity Plutarch poem poet poor praise pride proud quoth rhyme Roman Rome scene shadow Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sight Sonnets sorrow soul speak stanzas Tarquin tears tell thee thine eye 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 175 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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 253 - 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 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, colored 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 155 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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 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 265 - HOW like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
الصفحة 193 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the...
الصفحة 203 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.