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Thy eyes ' shrewd tutor , that hard heart of thine , Things out of hope are compass'
d'oft with venHas taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain , t'ring , That they
have murder'd this poor heart of mine : Chiefly in love , whose leave exceeds ...
Thy eyes ' shrewd tutor , that hard heart of thine , Things out of hope are compass'
d'oft with venHas taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain , t'ring , That they
have murder'd this poor heart of mine : Chiefly in love , whose leave exceeds ...
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And for , poor bird , thou sing'st not in the day , My blood shall wash the slander of
mine ill ; As sliaming any eye should thee behold ; My life's foul deed , my life's
fair end shall free it . Some dark deep desert seated from the way , Faint not ...
And for , poor bird , thou sing'st not in the day , My blood shall wash the slander of
mine ill ; As sliaming any eye should thee behold ; My life's foul deed , my life's
fair end shall free it . Some dark deep desert seated from the way , Faint not ...
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She hoards to spend , when he is by ' to hear her ; Though men can cover crimes
with bold stern When síghs , and groans , and tears may grace the looks , fashion
Poor women's faces are their own faults books . Of her disgrace , the better so ...
She hoards to spend , when he is by ' to hear her ; Though men can cover crimes
with bold stern When síghs , and groans , and tears may grace the looks , fashion
Poor women's faces are their own faults books . Of her disgrace , the better so ...
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But more , than he , her poor tongue could not " Oh ! teach me how to make mine
own excuse , speak , Qr , at the least , this refuge let me find ; Till after many
accents and delays , Though my gross blood be stain'd with this abuse , Untimely
...
But more , than he , her poor tongue could not " Oh ! teach me how to make mine
own excuse , speak , Qr , at the least , this refuge let me find ; Till after many
accents and delays , Though my gross blood be stain'd with this abuse , Untimely
...
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For since each hand hath put on Nature's power , That poor retention could not
so much hold , Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face , Nor need I tallies ,
thy dear love to score ; Therefore to give them from me was I bold Sweet beauty ...
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power , That poor retention could not
so much hold , Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face , Nor need I tallies ,
thy dear love to score ; Therefore to give them from me was I bold Sweet beauty ...
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Seite 74 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough* your worth to sing...
Seite 69 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Seite 65 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Seite 76 - 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 proved, 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. cxxx. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Seite 68 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Seite 64 - 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, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.
Seite 68 - 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. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous...
Seite 68 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Seite 83 - Simple were so well compounded That it cried how true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, reason none If what parts can so remain.
Seite 73 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.