Songs and Sonnets by William Shakespeare ...Macmillan and Company, 1887 - 253 pages |
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Page 156
... To make him much outlive a gilded tomb , And to be praised of ages yet to be . Then do thy office , Muse ; I teach thee how To make him seem long hence as he shows now . OF SHAKESPEARE 157 SILENT ADORATION MY love is strengthen'd , ル.
... To make him much outlive a gilded tomb , And to be praised of ages yet to be . Then do thy office , Muse ; I teach thee how To make him seem long hence as he shows now . OF SHAKESPEARE 157 SILENT ADORATION MY love is strengthen'd , ル.
Page 180
... not mix'd with seconds , knows no art , But mutual render , only me for thee . Hence , thou suborn'd informer ! a true soul , When most impeach'd , stands least in thy control . OF SHAKESPEARE 181 O CRUDELIS ADHUC THOU , my lovely 125.
... not mix'd with seconds , knows no art , But mutual render , only me for thee . Hence , thou suborn'd informer ! a true soul , When most impeach'd , stands least in thy control . OF SHAKESPEARE 181 O CRUDELIS ADHUC THOU , my lovely 125.
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... In a mutual flame from hence . So they loved , as love in twain Had the essence but in one ; Two distincts , division none : Number there in love was slain . Hearts remote , yet not asunder ; Distance , and OF SHAKESPEARE 215.
... In a mutual flame from hence . So they loved , as love in twain Had the essence but in one ; Two distincts , division none : Number there in love was slain . Hearts remote , yet not asunder ; Distance , and OF SHAKESPEARE 215.
Page 225
... hence a question takes , Whether the horse by him became his deed , Or he his manage by the well - doing steed . " But quickly on this side the verdict went : His real habitude gave life and grace To appertainings and to ornament ...
... hence a question takes , Whether the horse by him became his deed , Or he his manage by the well - doing steed . " But quickly on this side the verdict went : His real habitude gave life and grace To appertainings and to ornament ...
Page 234
... hence and chill extincture hath . " For , lo , his passion , but an art of craft , Even there resolved my reason into tears ; There my white stole of chastity I daff'd , Shook off my sober guards and civil fears ; Appear to him , as he ...
... hence and chill extincture hath . " For , lo , his passion , but an art of craft , Even there resolved my reason into tears ; There my white stole of chastity I daff'd , Shook off my sober guards and civil fears ; Appear to him , as he ...
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alack bear beauteous beauty's blesséd blood breath cheek Cuckoo dead dear death dost thou doth earth eternal Exeter College F. T. PALGRAVE face fair fairy false faults fcap fear flowers fool forsworn foul FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gainst gentle give glass golden grace Harvard College hate hath heaven heigh-ho honour kind limbecks live look love thee love's LOVER'S COMPLAINT lovers LYRICAL merry mind mistress moan Muse ne'er never night nonny o'er passion Passionate Pilgrim phoenix pity pleasure poems poet poison'd praise rose SHAKESPEARE shalt shame shine sigh sight sing SONGS AND SONNETS sorrow soul summer swear tears tell thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou wilt thoughts thy beauty thy heart thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth verse vows weep Whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WORLD WELL LOST youth
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Page 115 - IKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 85 - 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...
Page 42 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 88 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 185 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Page 120 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Page 166 - 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...
Page 19 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 162 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Page 161 - When in the chronicle of wasted time, I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed, Even such a beauty as you master now.