The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volume 8 |
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... lenge the wind to speed . We have the same expression in the early play of the Two Gentlemen of Verona : " Indeed , I bid the base for Proteus . " Then , like a melancholy malecontent , He vails his VENUS AND ADONIS . 23.
... lenge the wind to speed . We have the same expression in the early play of the Two Gentlemen of Verona : " Indeed , I bid the base for Proteus . " Then , like a melancholy malecontent , He vails his VENUS AND ADONIS . 23.
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... 2 Leave , license . 3 No reader of Shakspeare can forget the pathos with which he has employed this expression in another place : " And my poor fool is hanged . " He tells her no ; to - morrow he intends 34 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... 2 Leave , license . 3 No reader of Shakspeare can forget the pathos with which he has employed this expression in another place : " And my poor fool is hanged . " He tells her no ; to - morrow he intends 34 VENUS AND ADONIS .
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... appear still more reasonable when the plural is more apparently expressed in the noun of mul titude , as in the form before us " the choir of echoes . " It pleased themselves , others , they think , delight 44 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... appear still more reasonable when the plural is more apparently expressed in the noun of mul titude , as in the form before us " the choir of echoes . " It pleased themselves , others , they think , delight 44 VENUS AND ADONIS .
Page 67
... expressed : For that he colored with his high estate , Hiding base sin in plaits of majesty ; That nothing in him seemed inordinate , Save sometime too much wonder of his Which , having all , all could not satisfy ; But poorly rich , so ...
... expressed : For that he colored with his high estate , Hiding base sin in plaits of majesty ; That nothing in him seemed inordinate , Save sometime too much wonder of his Which , having all , all could not satisfy ; But poorly rich , so ...
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... expressed , is , that the covetous are so fond of gaining what they have not , that they scatter and unloose from their bond ( safe hold ) that which they possess . When he himself himself confounds , 1 betrays To slanderous THE RAPE OF ...
... expressed , is , that the covetous are so fond of gaining what they have not , that they scatter and unloose from their bond ( safe hold ) that which they possess . When he himself himself confounds , 1 betrays To slanderous THE RAPE OF ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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'.
Page 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...
Page 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...