The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
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Lucros TARQUINIUS , surnamed Superbus , from his exces . sive pride , after he
had caused his father - in - law , Servius Tul . lius , to be cruelly murdered , and
contrary to the Roman laws and customs , not requiring or staying for the people's
...
Lucros TARQUINIUS , surnamed Superbus , from his exces . sive pride , after he
had caused his father - in - law , Servius Tul . lius , to be cruelly murdered , and
contrary to the Roman laws and customs , not requiring or staying for the people's
...
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The old bees die , the young possess their hive ; Then live , sweet Lucrece , live
again and see Thy father die , and not thy father thee . By this starts Colatine as
from a dream , And bids Lucretius give his sorrow place : And then in clay - cold ...
The old bees die , the young possess their hive ; Then live , sweet Lucrece , live
again and see Thy father die , and not thy father thee . By this starts Colatine as
from a dream , And bids Lucretius give his sorrow place : And then in clay - cold ...
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This , and much more , he speaks , but all in vain ; The king both son and father
will detain : Which he perceiving says ; Now , now , ' tis fit , To give the world
cause to admire my wit : Both land and sea are watch'd by day and night ; Nor
land ...
This , and much more , he speaks , but all in vain ; The king both son and father
will detain : Which he perceiving says ; Now , now , ' tis fit , To give the world
cause to admire my wit : Both land and sea are watch'd by day and night ; Nor
land ...
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But now the naked lad down headlong falls , And by the way , he father , father ,
calls ; Help , father , help , I die : and as he speaks , A violent surge his course of
language breaks . Th ' unhappy father ( but no father now ) Cries out aloud , son ...
But now the naked lad down headlong falls , And by the way , he father , father ,
calls ; Help , father , help , I die : and as he speaks , A violent surge his course of
language breaks . Th ' unhappy father ( but no father now ) Cries out aloud , son ...
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T'omit high Jove , of whom I stand in awe , As the great grand - sire to our father -
in - law ; To pass the kin I claim from Tantalus , From Pelops , and from noble
Tindarus ; Læda by Jove , in shape of swan , beguil'd , Herself so chang'd , and
by ...
T'omit high Jove , of whom I stand in awe , As the great grand - sire to our father -
in - law ; To pass the kin I claim from Tantalus , From Pelops , and from noble
Tindarus ; Læda by Jove , in shape of swan , beguil'd , Herself so chang'd , and
by ...
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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.