The Poems of William ShakespearJ. W. Parker and son, 1855 - 252 oldal |
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42. oldal
... dost abhor me ? ' Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow ; Miné eyes are gray , † and bright , and quick in turning ; My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning : My smooth moist hand ...
... dost abhor me ? ' Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow ; Miné eyes are gray , † and bright , and quick in turning ; My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning : My smooth moist hand ...
43. oldal
... dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' By this , the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them ; And Titan , tirèdt in the midday heat , With burning eye did hotly ...
... dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' By this , the love - sick queen began to sweat , For , where they lay , the shadow had forsook them ; And Titan , tirèdt in the midday heat , With burning eye did hotly ...
51. oldal
... dost thou feel it ? ' ' Give me my heart , ' saith she , ' and thou shalt have it : O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , * And being steeled , soft sighs can never gravet it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard ...
... dost thou feel it ? ' ' Give me my heart , ' saith she , ' and thou shalt have it : O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , * And being steeled , soft sighs can never gravet it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard ...
60. oldal
... my bosom , whereon thou dost lie , My boding heart pants , beats , and takes no rest ; But , like an earthquake , shakes thee on my breast : * Deadly . ' For where Love reigns , disturbing Jealousy Doth call 60 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... my bosom , whereon thou dost lie , My boding heart pants , beats , and takes no rest ; But , like an earthquake , shakes thee on my breast : * Deadly . ' For where Love reigns , disturbing Jealousy Doth call 60 VENUS AND ADONIS .
62. oldal
... dost this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict . Meas . for Meas . iii . 1 . BROWN - Brit . Past . The high top'd firres which on that mountain keepe . Consorteth . To hearken if his foes pursue him still ; Anon 62 VENUS AND ...
... dost this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict . Meas . for Meas . iii . 1 . BROWN - Brit . Past . The high top'd firres which on that mountain keepe . Consorteth . To hearken if his foes pursue him still ; Anon 62 VENUS AND ...
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205. oldal - 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...
180. oldal - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor 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...
168. oldal - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
192. oldal - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read. And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
184. oldal - 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.
168. oldal - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my State with kings.
240. oldal - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short ; 5 Youth is nimble, age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
163. oldal - Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue, all "hues" in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.
204. oldal - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
180. oldal - Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.