The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, Bände 1-2Houghton, Osgood, 1879 - 686 Seiten |
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... , Thomas May , Esq . • 338 To my Dear Son , and Right Learned Friend , Master Joseph Rutter 339 Epigram : In Authorem 340 To the Worthy Author of The Husband 341 PAGE A Speech at a Tilting To the Author ( CONTENTS . xiii.
... , Thomas May , Esq . • 338 To my Dear Son , and Right Learned Friend , Master Joseph Rutter 339 Epigram : In Authorem 340 To the Worthy Author of The Husband 341 PAGE A Speech at a Tilting To the Author ( CONTENTS . xiii.
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... dear nymph , he oft had been , And here to thee he sacrific'd his tears : Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone , And thou , sweet Anker , art my Helicon . " Henry Constable appears to have been strangely overrated by his contemporaries ...
... dear nymph , he oft had been , And here to thee he sacrific'd his tears : Fair Arden , thou my Tempe art alone , And thou , sweet Anker , art my Helicon . " Henry Constable appears to have been strangely overrated by his contemporaries ...
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... dear salvation dar'd ; And , like the Philistine , stood breathing still Proud threats against my soul , for heaven prepar'd . At length , I like an angel shall appear , In spotless white , an angel's crown to wear . " Let us now turn ...
... dear salvation dar'd ; And , like the Philistine , stood breathing still Proud threats against my soul , for heaven prepar'd . At length , I like an angel shall appear , In spotless white , an angel's crown to wear . " Let us now turn ...
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... dear friend , this desire Might have excuse to work upon his wife ; " As in revenge or quittal of such strife : But as he is my kinsman , my dear friend , " The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end Shameful it is ; -ay , if the fact ...
... dear friend , this desire Might have excuse to work upon his wife ; " As in revenge or quittal of such strife : But as he is my kinsman , my dear friend , " The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end Shameful it is ; -ay , if the fact ...
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... her bare breast , the heart of all her land ; Whose ranks of blue veins , as his hand did scale , Left their round turrets destitute and pale . They mustering to the quiet cabinet Where their dear governess 80 THE POEMS.
... her bare breast , the heart of all her land ; Whose ranks of blue veins , as his hand did scale , Left their round turrets destitute and pale . They mustering to the quiet cabinet Where their dear governess 80 THE POEMS.
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actors Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson blood breast breath cheeks Collatine Cynthia's Revels daughter dead dear death deeds delight doth dramas Duncote epigram face fair false fame fear fire flower foul Francis Collins gentle give grace grief Hamnet hand hath hear heart heaven honour John Shakespeare Jonson king kiss lips live looks Lord love's Lucrece lust MALONE masques may'st mind muse never night play poems poet poison'd poor praise proud Queen quoth Richard Barnefield Richard Burbage Sejanus Shak Shake Shakespeare shalt shame sighs sing Sonnets sorrow soul stage Stratford swear sweet Tarquin tears tell theatre thee thing Thomas Thomas Lucy thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis verses weep Welcombe wife William William Shakespeare words Yorkshire Tragedy youth
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Seite xxxi - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 153 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
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 184 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Seite 277 - 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 180 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store ; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate — That Time will come and take my Love away : — This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Seite 288 - T^EAR no more the heat o' the sun -*- Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Seite xxxi - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 217 - Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently swayst The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks, that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips. Since saucy...
Seite 41 - 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.