The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Poems. Verses among the additional poems to Chester's Love's martyr, 1601. Illustrations of A lover's complaint, The passionate pilgrim, &c. Supplementary notice to the poems. Supplementary notice to the Roman playsPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pages |
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... grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That tremble at the imagination ? The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed , And fear doth teach it divination : I prophesy thy death , my living sorrow ...
... grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That tremble at the imagination ? The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed , And fear doth teach it divination : I prophesy thy death , my living sorrow ...
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... grief may be comparéd well To one sore sick that hears the passing - bell . " Then shalt thou see the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch , Each shadow makes ...
... grief may be comparéd well To one sore sick that hears the passing - bell . " Then shalt thou see the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch , Each shadow makes ...
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... grief , and damned despair , Swear Nature's death for framing thee so fair . " And not the least of all these maladies , But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : Both favor , savor , hue , and qualities , Whereat the impartial ...
... grief , and damned despair , Swear Nature's death for framing thee so fair . " And not the least of all these maladies , But in one minute's fight brings beauty under : Both favor , savor , hue , and qualities , Whereat the impartial ...
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... grief . 2 Laund , lawn . Camden describes a lawn as a plain among trees , and the epithet dark confirms this explanation . We have such a scene in Henry VI . Part III . Act III .: “ Under this thick - grown brake we'll shroud ourselves ...
... grief . 2 Laund , lawn . Camden describes a lawn as a plain among trees , and the epithet dark confirms this explanation . We have such a scene in Henry VI . Part III . Act III .: “ Under this thick - grown brake we'll shroud ourselves ...
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... grief ; All entertained , each passion labors so That every present sorrow seemeth chief , But none is best ; then join they all together , Like many clouds consulting for foul weather . By this , far off she hears some huntsmen hollo ...
... grief ; All entertained , each passion labors so That every present sorrow seemeth chief , But none is best ; then join they all together , Like many clouds consulting for foul weather . By this , far off she hears some huntsmen hollo ...
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Page 175 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Page 172 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 253 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Page 246 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest' me still; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman, colored ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
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 170 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV 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, 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....
Page 148 - 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...
Page 265 - HOW like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Page 193 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the...
Page 203 - 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.