Shakespeare's SonnetsDavid Nutt, 1899 - 338 pages |
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... Cere- mony was omitted of Bride - Cakes , Points , Garters , and Gloves , which have been ever since the Livery of the Court . " At Night there • the ordinary custom . The practice , indeed , continued X Notes Relating to the Portraits .
... Cere- mony was omitted of Bride - Cakes , Points , Garters , and Gloves , which have been ever since the Livery of the Court . " At Night there • the ordinary custom . The practice , indeed , continued X Notes Relating to the Portraits .
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... night , And weep afresh love's long - since cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad Sbakespeare's Sonnets .
... night , And weep afresh love's long - since cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad Sbakespeare's Sonnets .
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... the right Honorable the Earle of Cum- berland presented her Highnesse on Maie day last . " The apparent date should be noted . darkness , so her Maiesties hurt is our continuall night Some Chronological Indications . 23.
... the right Honorable the Earle of Cum- berland presented her Highnesse on Maie day last . " The apparent date should be noted . darkness , so her Maiesties hurt is our continuall night Some Chronological Indications . 23.
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William Shakespeare Thomas Tyler. darkness , so her Maiesties hurt is our continuall night ; and although the one by course of Nature may be renewed , yet the other will hardly be matched in any future age ; how odious then ought they to ...
William Shakespeare Thomas Tyler. darkness , so her Maiesties hurt is our continuall night ; and although the one by course of Nature may be renewed , yet the other will hardly be matched in any future age ; how odious then ought they to ...
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... night , Giving him aid , my verse astonished . He , nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence , As victors , of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your countenance ...
... night , Giving him aid , my verse astonished . He , nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence , As victors , of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your countenance ...
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Page 225 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Page 9 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Page 188 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 9 - 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 possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 73 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Page 289 - 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 prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
Page 222 - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and goBut in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
Page 175 - And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
Page 157 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory...
Page 299 - 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 youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.