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... soul , which in thy breast doth lie : That is my home of love : if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I return again ; Just to the time , not with the time exchanged , So that myself bring water for my stain . Never believe ...
... soul , which in thy breast doth lie : That is my home of love : if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I return again ; Just to the time , not with the time exchanged , So that myself bring water for my stain . Never believe ...
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... , 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 . OOR soul , the centre of my sinful earth , 24 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
... , 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 . OOR soul , the centre of my sinful earth , 24 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
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OOR soul , the centre of my sinful earth , Poo Hemm'd by these rebel powers that thee array , Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth , Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost , having so short a lease , Dost ...
OOR soul , the centre of my sinful earth , Poo Hemm'd by these rebel powers that thee array , Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth , Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost , having so short a lease , Dost ...
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... souls ' delivery . go , Thou'rt slave to fate , chance , kings , and desperate men , And dost with poison , war , and sickness dwell , And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke . Why swell'st thou then ...
... souls ' delivery . go , Thou'rt slave to fate , chance , kings , and desperate men , And dost with poison , war , and sickness dwell , And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke . Why swell'st thou then ...
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... soul , in this black age so shined thou bright , And made all eyes with wonder thee behold , Till ugly Death , depriving us of light , In his grim misty arms thee did enfold . Who more shall vaunt true beauty here to see ? What hope ...
... soul , in this black age so shined thou bright , And made all eyes with wonder thee behold , Till ugly Death , depriving us of light , In his grim misty arms thee did enfold . Who more shall vaunt true beauty here to see ? What hope ...
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Page 50 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 16 - 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 9 - 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 remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 13 - That time of year thou may'st 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 seest 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 the rest.
Page 33 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 37 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 48 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Page 53 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page xxii - My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Page 14 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow.