The Temple Shakespeare, Band 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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... beauty in his angry eyes : 70 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 lours and ...
... beauty in his angry eyes : 70 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 lours and ...
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... see'st thou in the ground ? hold up thy head : Look in mine eyeballs , there thy beauty lies ; Then why not lips on lips , since eyes in eyes ? 120 ' Art thou ashamed to kiss ? then wink again 9 Venus and Adonis Verses 18-20.
... see'st thou in the ground ? hold up thy head : Look in mine eyeballs , there thy beauty lies ; Then why not lips on lips , since eyes in eyes ? 120 ' Art thou ashamed to kiss ? then wink again 9 Venus and Adonis Verses 18-20.
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... Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time . 130 " Were I hard - favour'd , foul , or wrinkled - old , Ill - nurtured , crooked , churlish ...
... Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time . 130 " Were I hard - favour'd , foul , or wrinkled - old , Ill - nurtured , crooked , churlish ...
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... beauty as the spring doth yearly grow , My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . ' Bid me discourse , I will enchant thine ear ...
... beauty as the spring doth yearly grow , My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . ' Bid me discourse , I will enchant thine ear ...
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... beauty for the use , Herbs for their smell , and sappy plants to bear ; Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse : Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty ; Thou wast begot ; to get it is thy duty . Upon the earth's ...
... beauty for the use , Herbs for their smell , and sappy plants to bear ; Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse : Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty ; Thou wast begot ; to get it is thy duty . Upon the earth's ...
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Anon arms beauty blood boar breast breath cheek Cytherea dead death delight disdain dost doth edition embrace England's Helicon eyes face fair fancy favour fear fire flower forlorn foul Francis Meres frown gentle grief hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hero and Leander hounds immortal Book Jaggard kiss lips live looks Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece Lust's Marlowe's morn Ne'er never night nought Ovid P.P. xix P.P. xv pale Passionate Pilgrim pity poem poet printed proud queen quoth rhyming Richard Barnfield Richard Field scorn servile Shake Shakespearian shalt shame shine shouldst sighs silly sing smell soft song Sonnets sorrow speare's spring St John's College Steevens conj strike sweet tears tender Tereu Thammuz thee thine thou art thyself title-page tongue unto vaded Venus and Adonis weep Whereat wind wound young Youth ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Seite 96 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Seite 96 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 80 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Seite 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Seite 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Seite 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Seite iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...
Seite xiii - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
Seite 48 - 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...