The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volume 8 |
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... , who , when she is under water past our sight , and indeed can scem no more to us , rises again , shakes but herself , and is the same she was . " Strong - tempered steel his stronger strength obeyed , Yet VENUS AND ADONIS . 15.
... , who , when she is under water past our sight , and indeed can scem no more to us , rises again , shakes but herself , and is the same she was . " Strong - tempered steel his stronger strength obeyed , Yet VENUS AND ADONIS . 15.
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... sight : These blue - veined violets whereon we lean Never can blab , nor know not what we mean . " The tender spring upon thy tempting lip Shows thee unripe ; yet mayst thou well be tasted ; Make use of time , let not advantage slip ...
... sight : These blue - veined violets whereon we lean Never can blab , nor know not what we mean . " The tender spring upon thy tempting lip Shows thee unripe ; yet mayst thou well be tasted ; Make use of time , let not advantage slip ...
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... sight , Like misty vapors when they blot the sky , Souring his cheeks , cries , " Fie , no more of love ' The sun doth burn my face ; I must remove . " " Ah me , " quoth Venus , " young , and so unkind ! What bare excuses mak'st thou to ...
... sight , Like misty vapors when they blot the sky , Souring his cheeks , cries , " Fie , no more of love ' The sun doth burn my face ; I must remove . " " Ah me , " quoth Venus , " young , and so unkind ! What bare excuses mak'st thou to ...
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... sight agrees . 1 Compassed , arched . 2 Mane is here used as a plural noun . In a note on Othello , Act 11. Sc . 1. , Knight justifies the adoption of a new reading- 99 " The wind - shaked serge , with high and monstrous mane upon the ...
... sight agrees . 1 Compassed , arched . 2 Mane is here used as a plural noun . In a note on Othello , Act 11. Sc . 1. , Knight justifies the adoption of a new reading- 99 " The wind - shaked serge , with high and monstrous mane upon the ...
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... sight it was , wistly to view How she came stealing to the wayward boy ! To note the fighting conflict of her hue ! How white and red each other did destroy ! But now her cheek was pale , and by and by It flashed forth fire , as ...
... sight it was , wistly to view How she came stealing to the wayward boy ! To note the fighting conflict of her hue ! How white and red each other did destroy ! But now her cheek was pale , and by and by It flashed forth fire , as ...
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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...