The PoemsBell, 1878 - 288 Seiten |
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... eyes were light hazel ; the hair and beard auburn ; the doublet , or coat , scarlet ; the loose gown , or tabard , without sleeves , black ; the upper part of the cushion green , the under half crimson ; and the tassels gilt . Its ...
... eyes were light hazel ; the hair and beard auburn ; the doublet , or coat , scarlet ; the loose gown , or tabard , without sleeves , black ; the upper part of the cushion green , the under half crimson ; and the tassels gilt . Its ...
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... eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me that feel the like , thy state descries . Then even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want ...
... eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me that feel the like , thy state descries . Then even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want ...
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... eyes , 77 Not having had an opportunity of seeing this sonnet in the original edition , I have some doubts about the correctness of the date , 1593 : but vide Ritson's Bib . Poet . p . 191 . Where sweet myrrh - breathing Zephyr in the ...
... eyes , 77 Not having had an opportunity of seeing this sonnet in the original edition , I have some doubts about the correctness of the date , 1593 : but vide Ritson's Bib . Poet . p . 191 . Where sweet myrrh - breathing Zephyr in the ...
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... eyes , And by those golden locks whose lock none slips , And by the coral of thy rosy lips , And by the naked snows which beauty dyes ; I swear by all the jewels of thy mind , Whose like yet never worldly treasure bought , Thy solid ...
... eyes , And by those golden locks whose lock none slips , And by the coral of thy rosy lips , And by the naked snows which beauty dyes ; I swear by all the jewels of thy mind , Whose like yet never worldly treasure bought , Thy solid ...
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... eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank , Perforce will force it overflow the bank . Still she entreats , and prettily entreats , For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale ; Still is he sullen , still he lowers and frets , " Twixt ...
... eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank , Perforce will force it overflow the bank . Still she entreats , and prettily entreats , For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale ; Still is he sullen , still he lowers and frets , " Twixt ...
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Seite 270 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Seite 160 - 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 280 - 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 175 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live 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 272 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 224 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Seite 210 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
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 165 - For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee, When thou thyself dost give invention light? Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate; And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. If my slight Muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
Seite 193 - Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving?