The Temple Shakespeare, Volum 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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Side 30
... shine . Were never four such lamps together mix'd , Had not his clouded with his brow's repine ; 490 But hers , which through the crystal tears gave light , Shone like the moon in water seen by night . ' O , where am I ? ' quoth she ...
... shine . Were never four such lamps together mix'd , Had not his clouded with his brow's repine ; 490 But hers , which through the crystal tears gave light , Shone like the moon in water seen by night . ' O , where am I ? ' quoth she ...
Side 37
... shine when he doth fret ; His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes ; Being moved , he strikes whate'er is in his way , And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay . 620 His brawny sides , with hairy bristles armed , Are 37 Venus and ...
... shine when he doth fret ; His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes ; Being moved , he strikes whate'er is in his way , And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay . 620 His brawny sides , with hairy bristles armed , Are 37 Venus and ...
Side 43
... shine , Till forging Nature be condemn'd of treason , For stealing moulds from heaven that were divine ; 730 Wherein she framed thee , in high heaven's despite , To shame the sun by day and her by night . ' And therefore hath she bribed ...
... shine , Till forging Nature be condemn'd of treason , For stealing moulds from heaven that were divine ; 730 Wherein she framed thee , in high heaven's despite , To shame the sun by day and her by night . ' And therefore hath she bribed ...
Side 75
... shine , Exhale this vapour vow ; in thee it is : If broken , then it is no fault of mine . If by me broke , what fool is not so wise To break an oath , to win a paradise ? 5 IO IV 5 Sweet Cytherea , sitting by a brook With 75 The ...
... shine , Exhale this vapour vow ; in thee it is : If broken , then it is no fault of mine . If by me broke , what fool is not so wise To break an oath , to win a paradise ? 5 IO IV 5 Sweet Cytherea , sitting by a brook With 75 The ...
Side 87
... shine sun to succour flowers ! 15 Pack night , peep day ; good day , of night now borrow ; Short , night , to - night , and length thyself to - morrow . XVI It was a lording's daughter , the fairest one The Passionate Pilgrim XV . 1-18.
... shine sun to succour flowers ! 15 Pack night , peep day ; good day , of night now borrow ; Short , night , to - night , and length thyself to - morrow . XVI It was a lording's daughter , the fairest one The Passionate Pilgrim XV . 1-18.
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Anon arms beauty blood boar breast breath cheek Cytherea dead death delight disdain dost doth edition embrace England's Helicon eyes face fair fancy favour fear fire flower forlorn foul Francis Meres frown gentle grief hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hero and Leander hounds immortal Book Jaggard kiss lips live looks Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece Lust's Marlowe's morn Ne'er never night nought Ovid P.P. xix P.P. xv pale Passionate Pilgrim pity poem poet printed proud queen quoth rhyming Richard Barnfield Richard Field scorn servile Shake Shakespearian shalt shame shine shouldst sighs silly sing smell soft song Sonnets sorrow speare's spring St John's College Steevens conj strike sweet tears tender Tereu Thammuz thee thine thou art thyself title-page tongue unto vaded Venus and Adonis weep Whereat wind wound young Youth ΙΟ
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Side iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Side 96 - 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 96 - 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 80 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Side 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Side 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Side 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Side iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...
Side xiii - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
Side 48 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...