The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 8Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... thine , ( Though mine be not so fair , yet are they red , ) The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine : What seest thou in the ground ? hold up thy head ; - Look in mine eyeballs , there thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips ...
... thine , ( Though mine be not so fair , yet are they red , ) The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine : What seest thou in the ground ? hold up thy head ; - Look in mine eyeballs , there thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips ...
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... thine own heart to thine own face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo thyself , be of thyself rejected , Steal thine own freedom , and complain on theft . Narcissus so himself himself forsook , And died to ...
... thine own heart to thine own face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo thyself , be of thyself rejected , Steal thine own freedom , and complain on theft . Narcissus so himself himself forsook , And died to ...
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... thine may live , when thou thyself art dead And so in spite of death thou 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 ...
... thine may live , when thou thyself art dead And so in spite of death thou 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 ...
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... Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me ; And were I not immortal , life were done , Between this heavenly and earthly sun . " Art thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel , Nay , more than flint , for stone at rain relenteth ? Art ...
... Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me ; And were I not immortal , life were done , Between this heavenly and earthly sun . " Art thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel , Nay , more than flint , for stone at rain relenteth ? Art ...
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... thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more increasing , The time is spent , her object will away , And from her ...
... thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more increasing , The time is spent , her object will away , And from her ...
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Antony bear beauteous beauty's behold blood breast breath brow Brutus Cæsar Cassius character cheeks Collatine Coriolanus dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth England's Helicon face fair fair lords falchion false faults fear flowers foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven honor Julius Cæsar kiss lines lips live look lord love's Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust Malone mayst mind mistress muse never night Passionate Pilgrim pity Plutarch poem poet poor praise pride proud quoth Roman Rome scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sight Sonnets sorrow soul speak stanzas strong Tarquin tears tell thee thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thy beauty thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth Venus and Adonis verse weep Whilst William Jaggard words wound young Rome youth
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Page 312 - In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long : LXXIV.
Page 148 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 156 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Page 247 - 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 172 - Like 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 422 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 246 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Page 268 - 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 170 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth 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 the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly 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....
Page 282 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate ; The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving.