The Dramatic Works of ShakespeareErnst Fleischer, 1826 - 830 páginas |
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... thou coy ? ' I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , Even by the stern and direful god of war , Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow , Who conquers where he comes in every jar : Yet hath he been my captive and my slave , And ...
... thou coy ? ' I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , Even by the stern and direful god of war , Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow , Who conquers where he comes in every jar : Yet hath he been my captive and my slave , And ...
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... thou shalt be my deer , Feed where thou wilt , on mountain or in dale ; Graze on my lips ; and if those hills be dry , Stray lower , where the pleasant fountains lie . Within this limit is relief enough , Sweet bottom grass , and high ...
... thou shalt be my deer , Feed where thou wilt , on mountain or in dale ; Graze on my lips ; and if those hills be dry , Stray lower , where the pleasant fountains lie . Within this limit is relief enough , Sweet bottom grass , and high ...
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... thou talk ? ' quoth she , ' Hast thou a tongue ? O ! would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ! I had my load before , now press'd with bearing , Melodious discord ! Heavenly tune harsh ...
... thou talk ? ' quoth she , ' Hast thou a tongue ? O ! would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ! I had my load before , now press'd with bearing , Melodious discord ! Heavenly tune harsh ...
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... thou wilt buy and pay , and use good dealing : Which purchase if thou make , for fear of slips Set thy seal manual on my wax - red lips ! ' A thousand kisses buys my heart from me , And pay them at thy leisure one by one . What is ten ...
... thou wilt buy and pay , and use good dealing : Which purchase if thou make , for fear of slips Set thy seal manual on my wax - red lips ! ' A thousand kisses buys my heart from me , And pay them at thy leisure one by one . What is ten ...
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... thou didst name the boar , not to dissemble , I fear'd thy fortune , and my joints did tremble . ' Didst thou not mark my face ? Was it not white ? Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye ? Grew I not faint ? and fell I not ...
... thou didst name the boar , not to dissemble , I fear'd thy fortune , and my joints did tremble . ' Didst thou not mark my face ? Was it not white ? Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye ? Grew I not faint ? and fell I not ...
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Página 72 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough* your worth to sing...
Página 67 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Página 63 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página 74 - 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. All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Página 66 - 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.
Página 62 - 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.
Página 66 - 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. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous...
Página 66 - 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.
Página 81 - Simple were so well compounded That it cried how true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, reason none If what parts can so remain.
Página 71 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'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.