The Poetical Works of William ShakespeareLittle, Brown, 1866 - 288 pages |
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... grief , And curs'd th ' access of that celestial thief . " Sir Philip Sidney , who died in 1586 , was the wonder of his own age , and his laurels as a war- rior and a poet are yet unwithered . One of the best portions of his Astrophel ...
... grief , And curs'd th ' access of that celestial thief . " Sir Philip Sidney , who died in 1586 , was the wonder of his own age , and his laurels as a war- rior and a poet are yet unwithered . One of the best portions of his Astrophel ...
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... grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , " That tremble at the imagination ? " The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed , " And fear doth teach it divination : " I prophesy thy death , my living ...
... grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , " That tremble at the imagination ? " The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed , " And fear doth teach it divination : " I prophesy thy death , my living ...
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... grief may be compared well " To one sore - sick , that hears the passing bell . 29 cranks ] i . e . winds . 80 musits ] i . e . gaps in hedges or thickets , through which the hare is wont to pass . " Then shalt thou see the dew ...
... grief may be compared well " To one sore - sick , that hears the passing bell . 29 cranks ] i . e . winds . 80 musits ] i . e . gaps in hedges or thickets , through which the hare is wont to pass . " Then shalt thou see the dew ...
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... grief , and damn'd despair , 83 " Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair . " And not the least of all these maladies , " But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : " Both favour , savour , hue , and qualities , " Whereat the ...
... grief , and damn'd despair , 83 " Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair . " And not the least of all these maladies , " But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : " Both favour , savour , hue , and qualities , " Whereat the ...
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... her sight . Whereat amaz'd , as one that unaware Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood , 34 teen ] i . e . grief . 35 lawnd ] An old form of lawn . Or ' stonish'd as night - wanderers often are , OF SHAKESPEARE , 39.
... her sight . Whereat amaz'd , as one that unaware Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood , 34 teen ] i . e . grief . 35 lawnd ] An old form of lawn . Or ' stonish'd as night - wanderers often are , OF SHAKESPEARE , 39.
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 265 - 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.
Page 273 - 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...
Page 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.
Page 275 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 47 - Which after him she darts, as one on shore Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, Till the wild waves will have him seen no more, Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend : So did the merciless and pitchy night Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
Page 160 - 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.
Page 274 - 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.
Page 222 - Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face ? In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd, And to this false plague are they now transferr'd. CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd...