Shakespeare's Works, Volume 20Harper & brothers, 1884 |
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... shame , and rage , Dang'd down to hell her loathsome carriage . " We are taught that this is classical . Coleridge has observed that , " in the Venus and Adonis , the first and most obvious excellence is the perfect sweet- ness of the ...
... shame , and rage , Dang'd down to hell her loathsome carriage . " We are taught that this is classical . Coleridge has observed that , " in the Venus and Adonis , the first and most obvious excellence is the perfect sweet- ness of the ...
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... is delayed and delayed , that every minute particular may be described , every minor incident recorded . In the newness of her suffering and shame , Lu- crece finds time for an elaborate tirade appropriate to the 32 SHAKESPEARE'S POEMS .
... is delayed and delayed , that every minute particular may be described , every minor incident recorded . In the newness of her suffering and shame , Lu- crece finds time for an elaborate tirade appropriate to the 32 SHAKESPEARE'S POEMS .
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... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens - O how quick is love ! - The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove ; Backward she push'd him , as she would be ...
... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens - O how quick is love ! - The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove ; Backward she push'd him , as she would be ...
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... shame and awed resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank Perforce will force it overflow the bank . Still she entreats , and prettily entreats , For to a pretty ear she ...
... shame and awed resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank Perforce will force it overflow the bank . Still she entreats , and prettily entreats , For to a pretty ear she ...
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... shame , ' he cries , ' let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' t is your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you hence , and leave me here alone ; For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how ...
... shame , ' he cries , ' let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' t is your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you hence , and leave me here alone ; For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
5th and later accent beauty beauty's breast Capell cheeks Collatine conceit conjectures corrected by Malone Cymb dead death doth Earl of Southampton early eds edition face fair false fault fear fire flower following eds foul gentle Gildon give grief hast hate hath heart heaven honour kiss later eds lips live look love's Love's Labour's Lost Lover's Complaint Lucrece lust Macb Malone compares Malone quotes mistress never night Noble Kinsmen noun painted Passionate Pilgrim pity poem poet poison'd poor praise printed proud quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece rhyme Rich rival poet says Schmidt Sewell Sextus Tarquinius Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere's shalt shame sight Sonn Sonnets sorrow spirit Steevens sweet Tarquin tears thee thine eyes things thou art thought thyself Time's tongue true truth Venus and Adonis verse weep William Shakespeare word youth
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Página 62 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 105 - 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. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Página 20 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Página 73 - 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 111 - To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
Página 207 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Página 82 - The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours ; what I have to do is yours ; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
Página 96 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Página 77 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope...
Página 22 - For there his smell with others being mingled, The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled With much ado the cold fault cleanly out; Then do they spend their mouths. Echo replies, As if another chase were in the skies. "By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still. Anon their loud alarums he doth hear; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that...