The Poetical Works of William Shakspeare and the Earl of SurreyJames Nichol, 1862 - 316 Seiten |
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... dread ! ) Would root these beauties as he roots the mead . 107 ' Oh , let him keep his loathsome cabin still ! Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends ; Come not within his danger by thy will ; They that thrive well , take ...
... dread ! ) Would root these beauties as he roots the mead . 107 ' Oh , let him keep his loathsome cabin still ! Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends ; Come not within his danger by thy will ; They that thrive well , take ...
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... Dread and Fear , Upon the world dim darkness doth display , And in her vaulty prison stows the day . 18 For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed , Intending 1 weariness with heavy spright ; For , after supper , long he questioned 2 With ...
... Dread and Fear , Upon the world dim darkness doth display , And in her vaulty prison stows the day . 18 For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed , Intending 1 weariness with heavy spright ; For , after supper , long he questioned 2 With ...
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... dread ; Th ' one sweetly flatters , th ' other feareth harm ; But honest Fear , bewitch'd with lust's foul charm , Doth too too oft betake him to retire , Beaten away by brain - sick rude Desire . 26 His falchion on a flint he softly ...
... dread ; Th ' one sweetly flatters , th ' other feareth harm ; But honest Fear , bewitch'd with lust's foul charm , Doth too too oft betake him to retire , Beaten away by brain - sick rude Desire . 26 His falchion on a flint he softly ...
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... dread night , wouldst thou one hour come back , 6 I could prevent this storm , and shun thy wrack ! 139 Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity , With some mischance cross Tarquin in his flight : Devise extremes beyond extremity , To make him ...
... dread night , wouldst thou one hour come back , 6 I could prevent this storm , and shun thy wrack ! 139 Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity , With some mischance cross Tarquin in his flight : Devise extremes beyond extremity , To make him ...
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... dreading the winter's near . XCVIII . From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dress'd in all his trim , Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him . Yet nor ...
... dreading the winter's near . XCVIII . From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dress'd in all his trim , Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him . Yet nor ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adonis art thou bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath burn careful song cheeks Collatine dead dear death delight desire doth dread Earl EARL OF SURREY earth face fair false fault fear fire flame flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII honour king kiss lady light lips live look Lord love's LOVER Lucrece lust mind never night pain pale pity plain pleasure poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth rage Rape of Lucrece Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sighs sight sleep Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford Surrey Surrey's Susanna Hall sweet Tarquin tears tender thee things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue travail true truth unto Venus and Adonis weary web of trust weep wilt wind woful wound youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 118 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Seite 173 - And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Seite 115 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, 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, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Seite 125 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII 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 31 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Seite 172 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on nature's power, Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress...
Seite 157 - 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.
Seite 138 - Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Seite 136 - 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 124 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.