Shakespere's garden; or, The plants and flowers named in his works described and defined1864 |
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5. oldal
... beauty derived from natural ob- jects . Belarius to Arviragus : - O thou goddess , Thou divine nature , how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet , Not wagging his ...
... beauty derived from natural ob- jects . Belarius to Arviragus : - O thou goddess , Thou divine nature , how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet , Not wagging his ...
8. oldal
... beauty to the moon : Virtue itself ' scapes not calumnious strokes . The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd , And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent ...
... beauty to the moon : Virtue itself ' scapes not calumnious strokes . The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd , And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent ...
10. oldal
... : - Girdling one another Within their alabaster innocent arms ; Their lips were four red roses on a stalk , Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other . CHAPTER II . THE TEMPEST . * HE plants named ΙΟ Shakspere's Garden .
... : - Girdling one another Within their alabaster innocent arms ; Their lips were four red roses on a stalk , Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other . CHAPTER II . THE TEMPEST . * HE plants named ΙΟ Shakspere's Garden .
49. oldal
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
71. oldal
... beauty . The following are Robert Herrick's beautiful lines on daffodils : - Fair daffodils we weep to see You haste away so soon , And yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon . Stay , stay , Until the hastening day Has run ...
... beauty . The following are Robert Herrick's beautiful lines on daffodils : - Fair daffodils we weep to see You haste away so soon , And yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon . Stay , stay , Until the hastening day Has run ...
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8. oldal - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
4. oldal - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
8. oldal - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclosed ; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
165. oldal - I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it : trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
6. oldal - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
57. oldal - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays With willing sport to the wild ocean.
49. oldal - 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 and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
143. oldal - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge.
xii. oldal - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
5. oldal - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the. top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.