The Poems of Shakespeare, Volumen37Bell and Daldy, 1866 - 288 páginas |
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... breathing and passionate beauty . Among the numerous dramas , manuscript as well as printed , of which time has spared no copies , were probably several rifacimenti by his master hand . Two of his earliest performances in this way yet ...
... breathing and passionate beauty . Among the numerous dramas , manuscript as well as printed , of which time has spared no copies , were probably several rifacimenti by his master hand . Two of his earliest performances in this way yet ...
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... breath , asked him whither he was posting in that heat and hurry . He answered , to see his god - father Shakespeare . There's a good boy , said the other , but have a care that you don't take God's name in vain . This story Mr. Pope ...
... breath , asked him whither he was posting in that heat and hurry . He answered , to see his god - father Shakespeare . There's a good boy , said the other , but have a care that you don't take God's name in vain . This story Mr. Pope ...
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... 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 spring Gently lxviii MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE .
... 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 spring Gently lxviii MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE .
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William Shakespeare. Where sweet myrrh - breathing Zephyr in the spring Gently distills his nectar - dropping showers , Where nightingales in Arden sit and sing Amongst the dainty dew - impearled flowers ; Say thus , fair brook , when ...
William Shakespeare. Where sweet myrrh - breathing Zephyr in the spring Gently distills his nectar - dropping showers , Where nightingales in Arden sit and sing Amongst the dainty dew - impearled flowers ; Say thus , fair brook , when ...
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... 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 to one of Spenser's Amoretti or Sonnets , 1595 , which are ...
... 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 to one of Spenser's Amoretti or Sonnets , 1595 , which are ...
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Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson bequeath blood Boswell breast breath cheeks Collatine daughter dead dear death 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 never night pale pity play POEMS poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud queen quoth Rape of Lucrece Richard Burbage Shak Shakespeare shame sighs sight sing Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford Susanna Hall swear sweet Tarquin tears theatre thee thine eye 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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Página 218 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed 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.
Página 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. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Página 174 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 276 - 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...
Página 39 - 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...
Página 279 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Página 159 - 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.
Página 202 - 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...