The Dramatic Works of ShakespeareErnst Fleischer, 1826 - 830 pages |
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... mark of her sister Judith appears to a deed still extant , accompanied by the explanatory appendage of " Signum Judith Shakspeare " 4 ) . The only child of Dr. and Mrs. Hall was a daughter named Elizabeth . At the time of her ...
... mark of her sister Judith appears to a deed still extant , accompanied by the explanatory appendage of " Signum Judith Shakspeare " 4 ) . The only child of Dr. and Mrs. Hall was a daughter named Elizabeth . At the time of her ...
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... mark of peculiar tenderness , " The very bed that on his bridal night Received him to the arms of Belvidera , " is not much in the usual style of this very knowing commentator . NOTE Q. SONNETS 33 , 34 , 35. 40-2 . 120. It is natural ...
... mark of peculiar tenderness , " The very bed that on his bridal night Received him to the arms of Belvidera , " is not much in the usual style of this very knowing commentator . NOTE Q. SONNETS 33 , 34 , 35. 40-2 . 120. It is natural ...
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... mark my face ? Was it not white ? Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye ? Grew I not faint ? and fell I not downright ? Within my bosom , whereon thou dost lie , My boding heart pants , beats , and takes no rest , But like an ...
... mark my face ? Was it not white ? Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye ? Grew I not faint ? and fell I not downright ? Within my bosom , whereon thou dost lie , My boding heart pants , beats , and takes no rest , But like an ...
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... mark is feeble age ; but thy false dart Mistakes that aim , and cleaves an infant's heart . ' Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , And hearing him , thy power had lost his power . The destinies will curse thee for this stroke ...
... mark is feeble age ; but thy false dart Mistakes that aim , and cleaves an infant's heart . ' Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , And hearing him , thy power had lost his power . The destinies will curse thee for this stroke ...
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... marks thee for my earth's delight , Which I to conquer sought with all my might . But as reproof and reason beat it dead ... mark of every open eye ; Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain , Thy issue blurr'd with nameless bastardy ...
... marks thee for my earth's delight , Which I to conquer sought with all my might . But as reproof and reason beat it dead ... mark of every open eye ; Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain , Thy issue blurr'd with nameless bastardy ...
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Page 72 - 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 express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough* your worth to sing...
Page 67 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Page 63 - 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 74 - 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 proved, 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. cxxx. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Page 66 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Page 62 - 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, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.
Page 66 - 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, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous...
Page 66 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Page 81 - Simple were so well compounded That it cried how true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, reason none If what parts can so remain.
Page 71 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.