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My tongue cannot express my grief for one , And yet ( quoth she ) behold two
Adons dead ! My sighs are blown away , my salt tears gone , Mine eyes are turn'd
to fire , my heart to lead ; Heavy hearts ' lead melt at mine eyes as fire , So shall I
...
My tongue cannot express my grief for one , And yet ( quoth she ) behold two
Adons dead ! My sighs are blown away , my salt tears gone , Mine eyes are turn'd
to fire , my heart to lead ; Heavy hearts ' lead melt at mine eyes as fire , So shall I
...
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Those round clear pearls of his , that move thy pity , Are balls of quenchless fire to
burn thy city . Such devils steal effects from lightless hell , For Sinon in his fire
doth quake with cold , And in that cold hot - burning fire doth dwell ; These ...
Those round clear pearls of his , that move thy pity , Are balls of quenchless fire to
burn thy city . Such devils steal effects from lightless hell , For Sinon in his fire
doth quake with cold , And in that cold hot - burning fire doth dwell ; These ...
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Cupid laid by his brand , and fell asleep ; A maid of Dian's this advantage found ,
And his love - kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley - fountain of that
ground ; Which borrow'd from his holy fire of love , A dateless lively heat still to ...
Cupid laid by his brand , and fell asleep ; A maid of Dian's this advantage found ,
And his love - kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley - fountain of that
ground ; Which borrow'd from his holy fire of love , A dateless lively heat still to ...
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Oh ! that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd ! Oh ! that forc'd thunder from his
heart did fly ! Oh ! that sad breath his spungy lungs bestow'd ! Oh ! all that borrow'
d motion , seeming ow'd ! Would yet again betray the fore - betray'd , And new ...
Oh ! that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd ! Oh ! that forc'd thunder from his
heart did fly ! Oh ! that sad breath his spungy lungs bestow'd ! Oh ! all that borrow'
d motion , seeming ow'd ! Would yet again betray the fore - betray'd , And new ...
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And now Cassandra , full of sad affright , With loose disheveld trammels , madly
skips , Just in the way betwixt me and my ships " : O ! whither wilt thou headlong
run ? she cries ; Thou bearest fire with thee , whose smoke up - flies Unto the ...
And now Cassandra , full of sad affright , With loose disheveld trammels , madly
skips , Just in the way betwixt me and my ships " : O ! whither wilt thou headlong
run ? she cries ; Thou bearest fire with thee , whose smoke up - flies Unto the ...
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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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