The Temple Shakespeare, 39. kötetJ.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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xii. oldal
... weeping for Thammuz , " the Vulgate renders , " Et ecce ibi mulieres sedebant plangentes Adonidem . " + Cp . Fac - simile edition among Dr Furnivall's Quarto - Fac - similes ; also Charles Edmond's reprint of the Isham copy , discovered ...
... weeping for Thammuz , " the Vulgate renders , " Et ecce ibi mulieres sedebant plangentes Adonidem . " + Cp . Fac - simile edition among Dr Furnivall's Quarto - Fac - similes ; also Charles Edmond's reprint of the Isham copy , discovered ...
3. oldal
... weeping morn , Rose - cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase ; Hunting he loved , but love he laugh'd to scorn : Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain unto him , And like a bold - faced suitor ' gins to woo him . Thrice fairer than myself ...
... weeping morn , Rose - cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase ; Hunting he loved , but love he laugh'd to scorn : Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain unto him , And like a bold - faced suitor ' gins to woo him . Thrice fairer than myself ...
15. oldal
... weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her intendments break . Sometimes she shakes her head , and then his hand , Now gazeth she on him , now on the ground ; Sometimes her arms infold him like a band : She would ...
... weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her intendments break . Sometimes she shakes her head , and then his hand , Now gazeth she on him , now on the ground ; Sometimes her arms infold him like a band : She would ...
26. oldal
... weeps , and all but with a breath . ' Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd ? Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth ? If springing things be any jot diminish'd , They wither in their prime , prove nothing worth : The colt ...
... weeps , and all but with a breath . ' Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd ? Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth ? If springing things be any jot diminish'd , They wither in their prime , prove nothing worth : The colt ...
56. oldal
William Shakespeare. 950 Dost thou drink tears , that thou provokest such weeping ? What may a heavy groan advantage thee ? Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see ? Now Nature cares not for ...
William Shakespeare. 950 Dost thou drink tears , that thou provokest such weeping ? What may a heavy groan advantage thee ? Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see ? Now Nature cares not for ...
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Anon arms beauty blood boar breast breath cheek Cytherea dead death delight disdain dost doth edition embrace England's Helicon eyes face fair fancy favour fear fire flower forlorn foul Francis Meres frown gentle grief hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hero and Leander hounds immortal Book Jaggard kiss lips live looks Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece Lust's Marlowe's morn Ne'er never night nought Ovid P.P. xix P.P. xv pale Passionate Pilgrim pity poem poet printed proud queen quoth rhyming Richard Barnfield Richard Field scorn servile Shake Shakespearian shalt shame shine shouldst sighs silly sing smell soft song Sonnets sorrow speare's spring St John's College Steevens conj strike sweet tears tender Tereu Thammuz thee thine thou art thyself title-page tongue unto vaded Venus and Adonis weep Whereat wind wound young Youth ΙΟ
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iv. oldal - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
96. oldal - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
96. oldal - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
80. oldal - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
19. oldal - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
98. oldal - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
97. oldal - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
iv. oldal - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...
xiii. oldal - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
48. oldal - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...