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... doth deck the tomb Far more than cost ; since all that he hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit . " Of the family of Shakspeare something remains to be said . His wife survived him seven years , and died on the 6th of ...
... doth deck the tomb Far more than cost ; since all that he hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit . " Of the family of Shakspeare something remains to be said . His wife survived him seven years , and died on the 6th of ...
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... doth she stroke his cheek , now doth he frown , have honoured you with some graver labour . But And ' gins to chide , but soon she stops his lips : if the first heir of my invention prove deformed , I And kissing speaks , with lustful ...
... doth she stroke his cheek , now doth he frown , have honoured you with some graver labour . But And ' gins to chide , but soon she stops his lips : if the first heir of my invention prove deformed , I And kissing speaks , with lustful ...
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... doth yearly grow ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . ' Bid me discourse , I will enchant thine ear , Or , like a fairy ...
... doth yearly grow ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . ' Bid me discourse , I will enchant thine ear , Or , like a fairy ...
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... doth she now for wits ? Struck dead at first , what needs a second striking ? Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee with scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? What shall she say ? Her words ...
... doth she now for wits ? Struck dead at first , what needs a second striking ? Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee with scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? What shall she say ? Her words ...
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... doth grin before he barketh , Or as the berry breaks before it staineth ; Or like the deadly bullet of a gun , His meaning struck her , ere his words begun . And at his look she flatly falleth down , For looks kill love , and love by ...
... doth grin before he barketh , Or as the berry breaks before it staineth ; Or like the deadly bullet of a gun , His meaning struck her , ere his words begun . And at his look she flatly falleth down , For looks kill love , and love by ...
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The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volume 4 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1828 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Adonis alld allf anciently anglos assonate beauty Ben Jonson bHƒ breath called cheeks Collatine colour corrupted dead death dost doth Douce's Ill dress Dufresne engl eyes face fair false fear folio fool foul germ Gifford's Ben Jons Gifford's Ben Jonson give gleek goth grief hand hast hath heart hebr Hence honour Horne Tooke Div horse icel ital John Shakspeare kind kiss lips live look love's lowsax Lucrece Malone meaning metaphorically middlelat Nares night oldgerm ornament perhaps person play poet praise quoth seems sense Shakspeare's shame sorrow stage Steevens Stratford sweet Tarquin tears theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art tongue TɅn Voss weep whence word
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.