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... Who bids them still consort with ugly night , And never wound the heart with
looks again ; Who like a king perplexed in his throne , By their suggestions gives
a deadly groan , Whereat each tributary subject quakes , As when the wind ...
... Who bids them still consort with ugly night , And never wound the heart with
looks again ; Who like a king perplexed in his throne , By their suggestions gives
a deadly groan , Whereat each tributary subject quakes , As when the wind ...
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Brutus , who pluck'd the knife from Lucrece side , Seeing such emulation in their
woe , Began to clothe his wit in state and pride , Burying in Lucrece wound his
folly's show ; He with the Romans was esteemed so , As silly jeering ideots are
with ...
Brutus , who pluck'd the knife from Lucrece side , Seeing such emulation in their
woe , Began to clothe his wit in state and pride , Burying in Lucrece wound his
folly's show ; He with the Romans was esteemed so , As silly jeering ideots are
with ...
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call me not to justify the wrong , That thy unkindness lays upon my heart ; Wound
me not with thine eye , but with thy tongue ; Use power with power , and slay me
not by art : Te ! l me thou lov'st elsewhere ; but in my sight , Dear heart , forbear ...
call me not to justify the wrong , That thy unkindness lays upon my heart ; Wound
me not with thine eye , but with thy tongue ; Use power with power , and slay me
not by art : Te ! l me thou lov'st elsewhere ; but in my sight , Dear heart , forbear ...
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I am slain ; Still doth thy arrow in my wound remain . Yet tho ' by timeless fate my
bones here lie , It glads me most , that I no cuck - quean die . Her breath ( thus in
the arms she most affected ) She breathes into the air ( before suspected ) , The ...
I am slain ; Still doth thy arrow in my wound remain . Yet tho ' by timeless fate my
bones here lie , It glads me most , that I no cuck - quean die . Her breath ( thus in
the arms she most affected ) She breathes into the air ( before suspected ) , The ...
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Nor marvel , lady , I was stroke so far , Thus darts or arrows sent from bows of war
, Wound a great distance off ; so was I hit With a deep smarting wound , that
rankles yet . 1 1 1 For so it pleas'd the fates , whom lest you 176 POEMS ON.
Nor marvel , lady , I was stroke so far , Thus darts or arrows sent from bows of war
, Wound a great distance off ; so was I hit With a deep smarting wound , that
rankles yet . 1 1 1 For so it pleas'd the fates , whom lest you 176 POEMS ON.
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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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