Songs and Sonnets by William Shakespeare ...Macmillan and Company, 1887 - 253 Seiten |
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... thyself ; then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses , and still make me weep . O Queen of queens ! how far dost thou excel , No thought can think , nor tongue of mortal tell . XIII PRAISE OF THE MISTRESS IF love make me forsworn OF ...
... thyself ; then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses , and still make me weep . O Queen of queens ! how far dost thou excel , No thought can think , nor tongue of mortal tell . XIII PRAISE OF THE MISTRESS IF love make me forsworn OF ...
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... Thyself thy foe , to thy sweet self too cruel . Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring , Within thine own blood buriest thy content And , tender churl , mak'st waste in niggarding . Pity the ...
... Thyself thy foe , to thy sweet self too cruel . Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring , Within thine own blood buriest thy content And , tender churl , mak'st waste in niggarding . Pity the ...
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... Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time . But if thou live , remember'd not to be , Die single , and thine image dies with thee . CHILDLESSNESS UNTHRIFTY loveliness , why dost thou spend Upon thyself OF SHAKESPEARE 59.
... Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time . But if thou live , remember'd not to be , Die single , and thine image dies with thee . CHILDLESSNESS UNTHRIFTY loveliness , why dost thou spend Upon thyself OF SHAKESPEARE 59.
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... thyself alone , Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive . Then how , when nature calls thee to begone , What acceptable audit canst thou leave ? Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee , Which , used , lives th ' executor to be ...
... thyself alone , Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive . Then how , when nature calls thee to begone , What acceptable audit canst thou leave ? Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee , Which , used , lives th ' executor to be ...
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... thyself to breed another thee , Or ten times happier , be it ten for one ; Ten times thyself were happier than thou art , If ten of thine ten times refigured thee : Then what could death do , if thou shouldst depart , Leaving thee ...
... thyself to breed another thee , Or ten times happier , be it ten for one ; Ten times thyself were happier than thou art , If ten of thine ten times refigured thee : Then what could death do , if thou shouldst depart , Leaving thee ...
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Songs and Sonnets by William Shakespeare William Shakespeare,Francis Turner Palgrave Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
alack bear beauteous beauty's blesséd blood breath cheek Cuckoo dead dear death dost thou doth earth eternal Exeter College F. T. PALGRAVE face fair fairy false faults fcap fear flowers fool forsworn foul FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gainst gentle give glass golden grace Harvard College hate hath heaven heigh-ho honour kind limbecks live look love thee love's LOVER'S COMPLAINT lovers LYRICAL merry mind mistress moan Muse ne'er never night nonny o'er passion Passionate Pilgrim phoenix pity pleasure poems poet poison'd praise rose SHAKESPEARE shalt shame shine sigh sight sing SONGS AND 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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 115 - IKE 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.
Seite 85 - 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...
Seite 42 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Seite 88 - 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.
Seite 185 - 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 damasked, 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...
Seite 120 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Seite 166 - 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 162 - 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.
Seite 161 - 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 expressed, Even such a beauty as you master now.