Poems on Several Occasions: By ShakespeareA. Murden, R. Newton, T. Davidson, C. Anderson, W. Nelson, and S. Paterson, 1760 - 250 sider |
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Side 18
... kill love , and love by looks reviveth : A fmile recures the wounding of a frown , But blessed bankrupt , that by love fo thriveth ! The filly boy believing fhe is dead , Claps her pale cheek , till clapping makes it red . And in amaze ...
... kill love , and love by looks reviveth : A fmile recures the wounding of a frown , But blessed bankrupt , that by love fo thriveth ! The filly boy believing fhe is dead , Claps her pale cheek , till clapping makes it red . And in amaze ...
Side 19
... kill me , kill me once again ; Thy eyes , fhrewd tutor , that hard heart of thine Has taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain ,. That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine ; And these mine eyes , true leaders to their queen ...
... kill me , kill me once again ; Thy eyes , fhrewd tutor , that hard heart of thine Has taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain ,. That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine ; And these mine eyes , true leaders to their queen ...
Side 23
... kill . On his bow - back he hath a battel fet Of briftly pikes , that ever threat his foes ; His eyes , like glow - worms , fhine when he doth fret , His fnout digs fepulchres where'er he goes : Being mov'd , he ftrikes whate'er is in ...
... kill . On his bow - back he hath a battel fet Of briftly pikes , that ever threat his foes ; His eyes , like glow - worms , fhine when he doth fret , His fnout digs fepulchres where'er he goes : Being mov'd , he ftrikes whate'er is in ...
Side 24
... kill , kill ; Ditempring gentle love with his defire , As air and water doth abate the fire . This four informer , this bate breeding spy , This 24 VENUS and ADONIS .
... kill , kill ; Ditempring gentle love with his defire , As air and water doth abate the fire . This four informer , this bate breeding spy , This 24 VENUS and ADONIS .
Side 36
... kills thee quickly . Now the unweaves the web that the had wrought , Adonis lives , and death is not to blame : It was not the that call'd him all to nought . Now he adds honour to his hateful name : She ' cleeps him king of graves ...
... kills thee quickly . Now the unweaves the web that the had wrought , Adonis lives , and death is not to blame : It was not the that call'd him all to nought . Now he adds honour to his hateful name : She ' cleeps him king of graves ...
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Adonis againſt bear beauty beauty's beft behold beſt blood breaſt breath cheeks Colatine dead dear death defire doft thou doth excufe eyes face faid fair falfe falſe fame fear feek feem feen fhadow fhall fhame fhew fhould fhow fighs fight filly fing fire flain fleep flower fome forrow foul ftain ftand ftate ftill ftrive ftrong fuch fweet grace grief hath heart heaven herſelf himſelf honour kifs laft lips live looks love's Lucrece luft Menelaus moſt mufe muft muſt myſelf night pleaſe pleaſure poor praife praiſe prefent Priam quoth fhe reafon reft rofe ſay Sextus Tarquinius ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſtand ſtay ſtill ſuch ſweet Tarquin tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thought thouſand thro thyself tongue treaſure true unto uſe weep Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wilt wound yourſelf youth
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Side 127 - 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...
Side 111 - 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.
Side 157 - 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?
Side 176 - 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.
Side 245 - And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields ; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's Spring, but sorrow's Fall.
Side 152 - 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.
Side 130 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd 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.
Side 44 - The warrant I have of your Honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours, what I have to do is yours, being part in all I have devoted yours.
Side 117 - And, all in war with time, for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Side 245 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.