The Sonnets of William Shakspere: Rearranged and Divided Into Four Parts ; with an Introduction and Explanatory NotesJohn Russell Smith, 1859 - 120 pages |
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... heaven hight . " " A poet was he of repute , And wrote full many a playe , Now strutting in a silken sute , Then begging by the way . " " It was not the production of Marlowe , to whom , we have good reason to believe , Nature had ...
... heaven hight . " " A poet was he of repute , And wrote full many a playe , Now strutting in a silken sute , Then begging by the way . " " It was not the production of Marlowe , to whom , we have good reason to believe , Nature had ...
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... Heaven knows , it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shows not half your parts . If I could write the beauty of your eyes , And in fresh numbers number all your graces , The age to come would say , ' This poet lies , Such ...
... Heaven knows , it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shows not half your parts . If I could write the beauty of your eyes , And in fresh numbers number all your graces , The age to come would say , ' This poet lies , Such ...
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... heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or nature's changing course , untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou ...
... heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or nature's changing course , untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou ...
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... heaven with my bootless cries , And look upon myself , and curse my fate , Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possess'd , Desiring this man's art , and that man's scope , With what I ...
... heaven with my bootless cries , And look upon myself , and curse my fate , Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possess'd , Desiring this man's art , and that man's scope , With what I ...
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... am confined . Then give me welcome , next my heaven the best , Even to thy pure and most most loving breast . C A motley ' a fool . -2 Blenches : ' deviations . - 3 My constant affection . XLIV . Oh , for my sake do you with 60 SONNETS .
... am confined . Then give me welcome , next my heaven the best , Even to thy pure and most most loving breast . C A motley ' a fool . -2 Blenches : ' deviations . - 3 My constant affection . XLIV . Oh , for my sake do you with 60 SONNETS .
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Antony Antony and Cleopatra bear beauteous beauty's behold bright Cæsar canst dead dear death deeds delight disgrace dost thou Earl Earl of Pembroke Enobarbus epistle eye doth face false fear flowers gainst gentle give grace hand happy hate hath heaven Julius Cæsar Lepidus live look love thee love's Love's fire Mark Antony Marlowe Menas Muse night painted Passionate Pilgrim pity Plutarch poem poet poetical Pompey poor praise pride proud prove rhyme rich rose Shakspere Shakspere's shalt shame sight sinful earth sonnets soul Southampton speak spirit stanza steal summer's swear tell thine eyes things Thomas Thorpe thou art thou dost thou hast thou lov'st thou may'st thou seest thou wilt thought thy beauty thy fair thy heart thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true mind truth Venus and Adonis verse Whilst young youth
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Page 61 - 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 56 - 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 54 - 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.
Page 119 - d no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad...
Page 82 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Page 41 - If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering ; Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing : Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee,
Page 58 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Page 86 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity...
Page 89 - 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.
Page 37 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory...