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... hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire , Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire . O , change thy thought , that I may change my mind ! Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle ...
... hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire , Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire . O , change thy thought , that I may change my mind ! Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle ...
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... gainst myself a lawful plea commence : Such civil war is in my love and hate That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me . ANOTHER CONFESSION LET me confess that we two must be 90 SONGS AND SONNETS.
... gainst myself a lawful plea commence : Such civil war is in my love and hate That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me . ANOTHER CONFESSION LET me confess that we two must be 90 SONGS AND SONNETS.
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... it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury . Lascivious grace , in whom all ill well shows , Kill me with spites ; yet we must not be foes . A PARDON THOSE petty wrongs that liberty commits , When OF SHAKESPEARE 95.
... it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury . Lascivious grace , in whom all ill well shows , Kill me with spites ; yet we must not be foes . A PARDON THOSE petty wrongs that liberty commits , When OF SHAKESPEARE 95.
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... profane , should do it wrong And haply of our old acquaintance tell . For thee against myself I'll vow debate , For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate . AN APPEAL OF DESPAIR HEN hate me when thou wilt 144 SONGS AND SONNETS.
... profane , should do it wrong And haply of our old acquaintance tell . For thee against myself I'll vow debate , For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate . AN APPEAL OF DESPAIR HEN hate me when thou wilt 144 SONGS AND SONNETS.
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William Shakespeare Francis Turner Palgrave. AN APPEAL OF DESPAIR HEN hate me when thou wilt ; if ever , now ; THEN Now , while the world is bent my deeds to cross , Join with the spite of fortune , make me bow , And do not drop in for ...
William Shakespeare Francis Turner Palgrave. AN APPEAL OF DESPAIR HEN hate me when thou wilt ; if ever , now ; THEN Now , while the world is bent my deeds to cross , Join with the spite of fortune , make me bow , And do not drop in for ...
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alack bear beauteous beauty's blessed blood breath cheek Cuckoo dead dear death dost thou doth earth F. T. PALGRAVE face fair fairy false faults fear flowers fool forsworn foul gainst gentle give glass golden grace hate hath heaven heaven's gate heigh-ho Heir of Redclyffe honour limbecks live look love thee love's LOVER'S COMPLAINT lovers Lyrical merry merry heart mind mistress moan Muse ne'er never night nonny o'er passion Passionate Pilgrim phoenix pity pleasure poems poet poison'd praise rose Selected and arranged Shakespeare shalt shame shine sigh sight sing SONG Sonnets sorrow soul summer swear tears tell thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou wilt thoughts thy beauty thy heart thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth verse vows weep Whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WORLD WELL LOST youth
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Page 181 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Page 117 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Page 111 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Page 84 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; 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 162 - 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 105 - 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...
Page 180 - Past reason hunted ; and no sooner had, 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 prov'd, a very woe ; Before, a joy proposed ; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Page 19 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 158 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Page 64 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.