The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, Volumes 1-2Houghton, Osgood, 1879 - 686 pages |
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... me 99 . 178 An Elegy : " By those bright eyes " A Satirical Shrub A little Shrub growing by An Elegy : Though Beauty be the mark of praise An Ode to Himself 179 . 180 182 " 182 184 An Ode to James , Earl of Desmond . An CONTENTS .
... me 99 . 178 An Elegy : " By those bright eyes " A Satirical Shrub A little Shrub growing by An Elegy : Though Beauty be the mark of praise An Ode to Himself 179 . 180 182 " 182 184 An Ode to James , Earl of Desmond . An CONTENTS .
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... praise , my comfort ; and for ever bring My notes thereof from the bright east to west . Thy mercy lend unto my soul distrest , Thy grace unto my wits : then shall the sling Of righteousness that monster Sathan kill , Who with despair ...
... praise , my comfort ; and for ever bring My notes thereof from the bright east to west . Thy mercy lend unto my soul distrest , Thy grace unto my wits : then shall the sling Of righteousness that monster Sathan kill , Who with despair ...
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... praise of beauty forth to sound . O Chloris , thou dost imitate thyself ! Self - imitating passeth precious stones ; For all the Eastern - Indian golden pelf , Thy red and white with purest fair attones . Matchless for beauty Nature ...
... praise of beauty forth to sound . O Chloris , thou dost imitate thyself ! Self - imitating passeth precious stones ; For all the Eastern - Indian golden pelf , Thy red and white with purest fair attones . Matchless for beauty Nature ...
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... praises of some lady or other , had all real mis- tresses ? ... No , no , never think it ; for I dare assure thee , the greatest part of ' em were nothing but the mere imaginations of the poets , for a groundwork to exercise their wits ...
... praises of some lady or other , had all real mis- tresses ? ... No , no , never think it ; for I dare assure thee , the greatest part of ' em were nothing but the mere imaginations of the poets , for a groundwork to exercise their wits ...
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... praise the clear unmatched red and white Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight , Where mortal stars , as bright as heaven's beauties , With pure aspects did him peculiar duties , For he the night before , in Tarquin's tent , Unlock ...
... praise the clear unmatched red and white Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight , Where mortal stars , as bright as heaven's beauties , With pure aspects did him peculiar duties , For he the night before , in Tarquin's tent , Unlock ...
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actors Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson blood breast breath cheeks Collatine Cynthia's Revels daughter dead dear death deeds delight doth dramas Duncote epigram face fair false fame fear fire flower foul Francis Collins gentle give grace grief Hamnet hand hath hear heart heaven honour John Shakespeare Jonson king kiss lips live looks Lord love's Lucrece lust MALONE masques may'st mind muse never night play poems poet poison'd poor praise proud Queen quoth Richard Barnefield Richard Burbage Sejanus Shak Shake Shakespeare shalt shame sighs sing Sonnets sorrow soul stage Stratford swear sweet Tarquin tears tell theatre thee thing Thomas Thomas Lucy thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis verses weep Welcombe wife William William Shakespeare words Yorkshire Tragedy youth
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Page xxxi - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
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 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.
Page 184 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 277 - 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 180 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store ; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate — That Time will come and take my Love away : — This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page 288 - T^EAR no more the heat o' the sun -*- Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Page xxxi - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 217 - Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently swayst The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks, that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips. Since saucy...
Page 41 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.