The Poems of Shakespeare, Band 37Bell and Daldy, 1866 - 288 Seiten |
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... false fortunes , The weakness of his state so much dejected , Not as a man repentant , but half mad His fortunes cannot answer his expence , He sits , and sullenly locks up his arms ; Forgetting heaven , looks downward ; which makes him ...
... false fortunes , The weakness of his state so much dejected , Not as a man repentant , but half mad His fortunes cannot answer his expence , He sits , and sullenly locks up his arms ; Forgetting heaven , looks downward ; which makes him ...
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... false alarms , suggesteth mutiny , “ And in a peaceful hour doth cry , kill , kill ; " Distempering gentle love in his desire , " As air and water do abate the fire . " This sour informer , this bate - breeding 27 spy , “ This canker ...
... false alarms , suggesteth mutiny , “ And in a peaceful hour doth cry , kill , kill ; " Distempering gentle love in his desire , " As air and water do abate the fire . " This sour informer , this bate - breeding 27 spy , “ This canker ...
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... false sound enter there ; " Lest the deceiving harmony should run " Into the quiet closure of my breast ; " And then my little heart were quite undone , " In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest . " No , lady , no ; my heart longs not to ...
... false sound enter there ; " Lest the deceiving harmony should run " Into the quiet closure of my breast ; " And then my little heart were quite undone , " In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest . " No , lady , no ; my heart longs not to ...
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... false dart “ Mistakes that aim , and cleaves an infant's heart . “ Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , “ And hearing him , thy power had lost his power . " The destinies will curse thee for this stroke ; “ They bid thee crop ...
... false dart “ Mistakes that aim , and cleaves an infant's heart . “ Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , “ And hearing him , thy power had lost his power . " The destinies will curse thee for this stroke ; “ They bid thee crop ...
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... false bethinking grieves . " Even at this word she hears a merry horn , Whereat she leaps , that was but late forlorn . As falcon to the lure , away she flies ; The grass stoops not , she treads on it so light ; And in her haste ...
... false bethinking grieves . " Even at this word she hears a merry horn , Whereat she leaps , that was but late forlorn . As falcon to the lure , away she flies ; The grass stoops not , she treads on it so light ; And in her haste ...
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Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson bequeath blood Boswell breast breath cheeks Collatine daughter dead dear death delight desire doth dramas face fair false fault fear fire flower foul Francis Collins gentle give grace grief Hamnet hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour John Shakespeare Jonson king kiss lips live looks Lord love's Lucrece lust Malone may'st mind never night pale pity play POEMS poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud queen quoth Rape of Lucrece Richard Burbage Shak Shakespeare shame sighs sight sing Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford Susanna Hall swear sweet Tarquin tears theatre thee thine eye thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thyself time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis verse weep Welcombe William William Shakespeare wind WITCH words wound Yorkshire Tragedy youth
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Seite 218 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed 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.
Seite 284 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Seite 174 - 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....
Seite 153 - 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 269 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch*. When owls do cry, '} \ On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 276 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Seite 39 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...
Seite 279 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Seite 159 - 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 remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Seite 202 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...