Shakespeare's SonnetsTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 160 Seiten |
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... verse .. Weary with toil , I haste me to my bed .... Were it aught to me I bore the canopy . What's in the brain ... verse in time to come .. Whoever hath her wish , thou hast thy will . Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day . Why ...
... verse .. Weary with toil , I haste me to my bed .... Were it aught to me I bore the canopy . What's in the brain ... verse in time to come .. Whoever hath her wish , thou hast thy will . Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day . Why ...
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... fair , Can make you live yourself in eyes of men . To give away yourself , keeps yourself still ; And you must live , drawn by your own sweet skill . XVII . Who will believe my verse in time to 22 Shakespeare's Sonnets .
... fair , Can make you live yourself in eyes of men . To give away yourself , keeps yourself still ; And you must live , drawn by your own sweet skill . XVII . Who will believe my verse in time to 22 Shakespeare's Sonnets .
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William Shakespeare. XVII . Who will believe my verse in time to come , If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet Heaven knows , it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shows not half your parts . If I could ...
William Shakespeare. XVII . Who will believe my verse in time to come , If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet Heaven knows , it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shows not half your parts . If I could ...
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... course untainted do allow , For beauty's pattern to succeeding men . Yet , do thy worst , old Time : despite thy wrong , My love shall in my verse ever live young . XX . A woman's face , with nature's own hand Shakespeare's Sonnets . 25.
... course untainted do allow , For beauty's pattern to succeeding men . Yet , do thy worst , old Time : despite thy wrong , My love shall in my verse ever live young . XX . A woman's face , with nature's own hand Shakespeare's Sonnets . 25.
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... verse ; Who heaven itself for ornament doth use , And every fair with his fair doth rehearse ; Making a couplement of proud compare , With sun and moon , with earth and sea's rich gems , With April's first - born flowers , and all ...
... verse ; Who heaven itself for ornament doth use , And every fair with his fair doth rehearse ; Making a couplement of proud compare , With sun and moon , with earth and sea's rich gems , With April's first - born flowers , and all ...
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art thou bear beauteous beauty's better angel black night blessed breast bright brow canker canst cheek chide churl cruel Cupid cure dead dear love death decay delight disgrace dost thou doth live eternal eye doth eye hath face false faults fear flowers forsworn foul gainst gentle grace hast thou hate heaven hell holy fire Lest look love thee Love's fire mind mistress muse night numbers Oaths of thy painted perjur'd pity pleasure poor praise pride proud prove rose scythe shadow shalt shame soul spirit steal summer's swear sweet love sworn thee fair tell thence thine eyes things thou art thou dost thou hast thou know'st thou lov'st thou may'st thou upon thy thou wilt thought thy beauty thy fair thy heart thy love thy sweet thy worth thyself Time's tongue truth verse vex'd Whilst youth
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Seite 24 - 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 58 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Seite 103 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and nnfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Seite 110 - 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...
Seite 100 - 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.
Seite 133 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty slander'd with a bastard shame : For since each hand hath put on Nature's power, Fairing the foul with Art's false borrow'd face, Sweet Beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my Mistress...
Seite 29 - O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ; To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 't is held, And perspective it is best painter's art.
Seite 29 - As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart...
Seite 153 - My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease ; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
Seite 18 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.