 | William Shakespeare - 1889 - عدد الصفحات: 824
...mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, — yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound j I grant I never saw a goddess go, — My mistress...love as rare As any she belied with false compare. cxxx i. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel ; For... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1890 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...in proof, and prov'd, a very woe ; Before, a joy propos'd ; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that...false compare. CXXXI. Thou art as tyrannous, so as Ihou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1890 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss ! My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is...Love as rare As any She belied with false compare. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediment ! Love is not love Which alters when it alteration... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1890 - عدد الصفحات: 356
...painted shrine, ful-fild with rotten treasure, A heaven in shew, a hell to them that proue. " cxxx. Mr mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is...yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she bely'd with false compare. CXXX. Though the poet knows that his mistress is deficient in the several... | |
 | Barrett Wendell - 1894 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen...love as rare As any she belied with false compare." The bitter irony of that sonnet is not, perhaps, always appreciated. With all this sensitiveness to... | |
 | Barrett Wendell - 1894 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...Coral is far more red than her lips' red ; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen...love as rare As any she belied with false compare." The bitter irony of that sonnet is not, perhaps, always appreciated. With all this sensitiveness to... | |
 | Barrett Wendell - 1894 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen...treads on the ground : And yet, by heaven, I think 1ny love as rare As any she belied with false compare." The bitter irony of that sonnet is not, perhaps,... | |
 | Barrett Wendell - 1894 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Thau in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love...love as rare As any she belied with false compare." The bitter irony of that sonnet is not, perhaps, always appreciated. With all this sensitiveness to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1894 - عدد الصفحات: 392
...in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, — yet well I know That musick hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw...yet by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she bely'd with false compare. cxxxi. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly... | |
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - 1895 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; 10 I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when...love as rare As any she belied with false compare. RICHARD HARNHELD, Poems: In Divers Humors, 1 598. SONNET: IN PRAISE OF MUSIC AND POETRY. IF music and... | |
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; 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... 
