The Poems of Shakespeare: With a MemoirGeorge Bell & Sons, 1894 - 288 Seiten |
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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 66 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 ...
... dear friend , this desire 66 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 ...
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... make his stand On 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 80 THE POEMS.
... make his stand On 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 80 THE POEMS.
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... dear governess and lady lies , Do tell her she is dreadfully beset , And fright her with confusion of their cries : She , much amaz'd , breaks ope her lock'd - up eyes , Who , peeping forth this tumult to behold , Are by his flaming ...
... dear governess and lady lies , Do tell her she is dreadfully beset , And fright her with confusion of their cries : She , much amaz'd , breaks ope her lock'd - up eyes , Who , peeping forth this tumult to behold , Are by his flaming ...
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Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson bequeath blood Boswell breast breath cheeks Collatine daughter dead dear death deeds 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 musick never night pale pity play poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud queen quoth Rape of Lucrece Richard Barnefield Richard Burbage Shak Shakespeare shame sighs sight sing Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford sweet Tarquin tears theatre thee thine eyes 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 swallow'd 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 277 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Seite 274 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
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. Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches...
Seite 162 - 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 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 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 175 - 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 226 - 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 197 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.