Shakspere's Songs and SonnetsSampson, Low, Son, and Company, 1863 - 55 pages |
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... weather ; Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare . Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short ; Youth is nimble , age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , and age is tame . Age , I do ...
... weather ; Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare . Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short ; Youth is nimble , age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , and age is tame . Age , I do ...
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... weather . II . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i ' th ' sun , Seeking the food he eats , And pleas'd with what he gets , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy , But winter and rough weather . No ...
... weather . II . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i ' th ' sun , Seeking the food he eats , And pleas'd with what he gets , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy , But winter and rough weather . No ...
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SHAKSPERES SONGS & SONNETS William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,John Sir Gilbert, 1817-1897 No preview available - 2016 |
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Age like winter beauty blow break of day canakin clink consider ev'rything Cupid death I cry E.EVANS e'en ev'rything that grows fadom five thy fairy queen Fear fell hand defac'd flower forsworn FULL fadom five gentle lark greasy Joan doth greenwood tree Hark hath heaven's gate Heigh-ho hey nonino hey-day hither horn hungry lion roars Joan doth keel jolly shepherd keel the pot love is strengthen'd Love's lovely lady nigh lovers LUDGATE HILL lulla merrily merry note mistress moan nightly sings Philomel poor soul sat restful death scythe seen by Time's sessions of sweet-silent SHAKSPERE'S SONGS shalt not boast Silvia Sing willow sings the staring SLEEPEST or wakest SONGS AND SONNETS soul sat sighing spring sprite staring owl sweet-silent thought Tereu thee Thine eye thou art thou monarch Time's fell hand Tir'd To-who tongue wakest thou weak in seeming Youth is full Youth like summer
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Page 55 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 7 - 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 - 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 possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 13 - 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: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when...
Page 41 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 7 - That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 43 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Page 31 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity...
Page 47 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?