The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volum 8 |
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Side 9
... leave it to your honorable survey , and your honor to your heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful expecta- tion . Your Honor's in all duty , 1 Ear , plough . WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . Ilonor ...
... leave it to your honorable survey , and your honor to your heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful expecta- tion . Your Honor's in all duty , 1 Ear , plough . WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . Ilonor ...
Side 11
... leave of the weeping morn , Rose - cheeked Adonis1 hied him to the chase ; Hunting he loved , but love he laughed to scorn ; Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain unto him , And like a bold - faced suitor , ' gins to woo him . " Thrice ...
... leave of the weeping morn , Rose - cheeked Adonis1 hied him to the chase ; Hunting he loved , but love he laughed to scorn ; Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain unto him , And like a bold - faced suitor , ' gins to woo him . " Thrice ...
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... - " And like a bated and retired flood , Leaving our rankness and irregular course . " 2 Di - dapper . This is generally printed dive - dapper , without any Who , being looked on , ducks as quickly in 14 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... - " And like a bated and retired flood , Leaving our rankness and irregular course . " 2 Di - dapper . This is generally printed dive - dapper , without any Who , being looked on , ducks as quickly in 14 VENUS AND ADONIS .
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... leave me here alone : For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how to get my palfrey from the mare . " hus she replies : " Thy palfrey , as he should , Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire . Affection is a coal that must ...
... leave me here alone : For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how to get my palfrey from the mare . " hus she replies : " Thy palfrey , as he should , Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire . Affection is a coal that must ...
Side 28
... leave this idle theme , this bootless chat : Remove your siege from my unyielding heart ; To love's alarm it will not ope the gate . Dismiss your vows , your feigned tears , your flat tery ; For where a heart , is hard , they make no ...
... leave this idle theme , this bootless chat : Remove your siege from my unyielding heart ; To love's alarm it will not ope the gate . Dismiss your vows , your feigned tears , your flat tery ; For where a heart , is hard , they make no ...
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addressed Adonis appear bear beauty better blood breath Brutus Cæsar character cheeks dead dear death deep delight desire dost doth expressed eyes face fair false faults fear fire flowers follow foul gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven hold honor keep kind kiss leave lies light lines lips live look love's Lucrece Malone means mind nature never night once original painted Passionate person play poem poet poor praise present pride proud prove quoth reason Rome scene seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sight sometimes Sonnets sorrow soul speak spirit stand strong sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought thyself tongue true truth turn verse worth youth
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Side 262 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 203 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Side 309 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st 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.
Side 367 - 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.
Side 273 - 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.
Side 300 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; 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 352 - 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.
Side 155 - 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'.
Side 197 - 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...
Side 286 - 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...