The Works of William Shakespeare, 9. kötetMunroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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34. oldal
... lips , ) We drink this health to you . Knights . We thank your grace . Sim . Yet pause a while ; Yon knight , methinks , doth sit too melancholy , As if the entertainment in our court Had not a show might countervail his worth . Note it ...
... lips , ) We drink this health to you . Knights . We thank your grace . Sim . Yet pause a while ; Yon knight , methinks , doth sit too melancholy , As if the entertainment in our court Had not a show might countervail his worth . Note it ...
40. oldal
... lips must seal it too . Aud being join'd , I'll thus your hopes destroy ; — And for a further grief , -God give you joy ! What , are you both pleas'd ? Thai . Yes , if you love me , sir . Per . Even as my life , my blood that fosters it ...
... lips must seal it too . Aud being join'd , I'll thus your hopes destroy ; — And for a further grief , -God give you joy ! What , are you both pleas'd ? Thai . Yes , if you love me , sir . Per . Even as my life , my blood that fosters it ...
80. oldal
... lips I may Melt , and no more be seen . 3 O come , be buried A second time within these arms . [ 3 ] This is a sentiment which Shakspeare never fails to introduce on occasions similar to the present . So , in Othello : " If it were now ...
... lips I may Melt , and no more be seen . 3 O come , be buried A second time within these arms . [ 3 ] This is a sentiment which Shakspeare never fails to introduce on occasions similar to the present . So , in Othello : " If it were now ...
6. oldal
... lips away " 203 Stout Resolution 124 Strong Conceit 110 Subtlety , love's powerful 154 Sunset 156 Sweet Provocation Sympathising Love Tale of Cephalus and Procris Tarquin and Lucrece Temptation Thoughts , melancholy 110 134 158 141 108 ...
... lips away " 203 Stout Resolution 124 Strong Conceit 110 Subtlety , love's powerful 154 Sunset 156 Sweet Provocation Sympathising Love Tale of Cephalus and Procris Tarquin and Lucrece Temptation Thoughts , melancholy 110 134 158 141 108 ...
9. oldal
... lips with loaded satiety , But rather famish them amid their plenty ; Making them red and pale with fresh variety ; Ten kisses short as one , one long as twenty . A summer's day will seem an hour but short , Being wasted in such time ...
... lips with loaded satiety , But rather famish them amid their plenty ; Making them red and pale with fresh variety ; Ten kisses short as one , one long as twenty . A summer's day will seem an hour but short , Being wasted in such time ...
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Adonis ANON Bawd bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath cheeks Cleon Colatine daughter dead dear death deeds desire DIONYZA dost thou doth face fair fair lord false father fear fire flowers foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour Jove king kiss lady lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lucretius lust LYSIMACHUS MALONE may'st Menelaus mind mistress Mitylene never night Othello Pentapolis Pericles pity poet poison'd poor praise Priam prince prince of Tyre queen quoth Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare shalt shame sight sorrow soul STEEVENS swear sweet Tarquin tears tell Tereus Thaisa thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thro thyself time's tongue true truth unto weep Whilst wife wilt wind words wound youth
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154. oldal - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
130. oldal - 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. O...
98. oldal - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
130. oldal - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell 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.
17. oldal - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
148. oldal - 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 proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
100. oldal - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
129. oldal - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
111. oldal - For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see : Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
134. oldal - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :