The Poems of ShakespeareMethuen, 1898 - 343 pages |
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... hath done for a long time . ' And in 1592 his affairs have sunk to so low an ebb that - curiously enough - with Fluellen and Bardolph for companions in misfortune , he ' comes not to church for fear of process for debt.'2 Yet poverty ...
... hath done for a long time . ' And in 1592 his affairs have sunk to so low an ebb that - curiously enough - with Fluellen and Bardolph for companions in misfortune , he ' comes not to church for fear of process for debt.'2 Yet poverty ...
Page xxxvi
... hath with much a doe brought his Father to consent that he may live at London , yet not before next spring . ' This was written 19th April 1597 , when Herbert was but seventeen . During that year a project was " 1 See infra on the ...
... hath with much a doe brought his Father to consent that he may live at London , yet not before next spring . ' This was written 19th April 1597 , when Herbert was but seventeen . During that year a project was " 1 See infra on the ...
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... hath beene away from Court these 7 Daies in London , swagering yt amongest the Men of Warre , and viewing the Maner of the Musters . ' 8th September 1599 : - My lord Harbert is a continuall Courtier , but doth not follow his Business ...
... hath beene away from Court these 7 Daies in London , swagering yt amongest the Men of Warre , and viewing the Maner of the Musters . ' 8th September 1599 : - My lord Harbert is a continuall Courtier , but doth not follow his Business ...
Page xxxix
... hath a continuall Paine in his Head , and finds no manner of ease but by taking of Tobacco . ' The mother's care ex- tended even to the lady , Mary Fitton , whom her son was soon to love - supposing , that is , that he did not love her ...
... hath a continuall Paine in his Head , and finds no manner of ease but by taking of Tobacco . ' The mother's care ex- tended even to the lady , Mary Fitton , whom her son was soon to love - supposing , that is , that he did not love her ...
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... hath long bene here sicke in London . ' But her son was soon to recover . 26th February 1600 : - My lord Harbert is well again ; they all remove upon Saturday to Wilton to the races ; when that is ended , my Lord Harbert comes up ...
... hath long bene here sicke in London . ' But her son was soon to recover . 26th February 1600 : - My lord Harbert is well again ; they all remove upon Saturday to Wilton to the races ; when that is ended , my Lord Harbert comes up ...
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Page 153 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 172 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 125 - 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 143 - 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....
Page 117 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes. Were an all-eating shame and thriftless "praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
Page 170 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes...
Page 181 - 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. All this the world well knows yet none knows well, To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun, Coral is far more red, than her lips...
Page 185 - 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. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed: But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
Page 145 - ... services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are, how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
Page 180 - 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...