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Orash false heat , wrapt in repentant cold ! Thy hasty spring still blasts , and ne'er
grows old When at Colatium this false lord arriv'd , Well was he welcom'd by the
Roman dame , Within whose face beauty and virtue striv'd , Which of them both ...
Orash false heat , wrapt in repentant cold ! Thy hasty spring still blasts , and ne'er
grows old When at Colatium this false lord arriv'd , Well was he welcom'd by the
Roman dame , Within whose face beauty and virtue striv'd , Which of them both ...
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Mishapen time , copesmate of ugly night ; Swift , subtle post , carrier of grisly care
; Eater of youth , false slave to false delight , Base watch of woes , sin's pack -
horse , virtue's snare ; ' Thou nursest all , and murder'st all that are . O hear me ...
Mishapen time , copesmate of ugly night ; Swift , subtle post , carrier of grisly care
; Eater of youth , false slave to false delight , Base watch of woes , sin's pack -
horse , virtue's snare ; ' Thou nursest all , and murder'st all that are . O hear me ...
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... show , An humble gait , calm looks , eyes wailing still , A brow unbent , that
seem'd to welcome woe ; Cheeks , neither red , nor pale , but mingled so , That
blushing red , no guilty instance gave , Nor ashy pale , the fear that false hearts
have .
... show , An humble gait , calm looks , eyes wailing still , A brow unbent , that
seem'd to welcome woe ; Cheeks , neither red , nor pale , but mingled so , That
blushing red , no guilty instance gave , Nor ashy pale , the fear that false hearts
have .
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1 FALSE BELIEF . When my love swears that she is made of truth , I do believe
her , ( tho ' I know she lies ) ' That she might think me some untutord youth ,
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries . Thus vainly thinking , that she thinks me
young ...
1 FALSE BELIEF . When my love swears that she is made of truth , I do believe
her , ( tho ' I know she lies ) ' That she might think me some untutord youth ,
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries . Thus vainly thinking , that she thinks me
young ...
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... Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face , Sweet beauty hath no name , no
holy bower , But is profan'd ; if not , lives in ... Slandering creation with a false
esteem : Yet so they mourn , becoming of their woe , That every tongue says
beauty ...
... Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face , Sweet beauty hath no name , no
holy bower , But is profan'd ; if not , lives in ... Slandering creation with a false
esteem : Yet so they mourn , becoming of their woe , That every tongue says
beauty ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms bear beauty behold blood breast breath cheeks cold dead dear death deeds deep delight desire dost doth earth eyes face fair false fame father fault fear fire flowers foul gentle give grace grief grow hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hide hold honour hour keep kind king kiss leave lies light lips live looks love's Lucrece lust mind needs never night once pity pleasure poor praise proud prove queen quoth rich rose seen shame sight sorrow soul speak stand stay strong sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought thro thyself tongue true truth turn unto Venus weep Whilst wife wind worth wound wrong youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 98 - 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.
Página 119 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Página 113 - 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: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's...
Página 149 - And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Página 154 - ... 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 thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more: So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,...
Página 104 - If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
Página 102 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste...
Página 113 - 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...
Página 112 - 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.
Página 115 - Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine, which rhymers invocate ; And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date. If my slight muse do please these curious days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Edição | 2 |
| Editora | Munroe, Francis and Parker, 1808 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 5 Jan 2007 |
| Número de páginas | 204 páginas |
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