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... wound The cambric , which she made more sound By hurting it ; or when to the lute She sung , and made the night - bird mute , That still records with moan ; or when She would with rich and constant pen Vail to her mistress Dian ; still ...
... wound The cambric , which she made more sound By hurting it ; or when to the lute She sung , and made the night - bird mute , That still records with moan ; or when She would with rich and constant pen Vail to her mistress Dian ; still ...
Página 94
... wounds , Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder ; The iron bit he crusheth ' tween his teeth , Controlling what he was controlled with . His ears up - prick'd ; his braided hanging mane Upon his compass'd crest now stand on ...
... wounds , Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder ; The iron bit he crusheth ' tween his teeth , Controlling what he was controlled with . His ears up - prick'd ; his braided hanging mane Upon his compass'd crest now stand on ...
Página 97
... wound ; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . ' ' Give me my hand , ' saith he , ' Give me my heart , ' saith she , ' why dost thou feel it ? ' and thou shalt have it ; O ...
... wound ; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . ' ' Give me my hand , ' saith he , ' Give me my heart , ' saith she , ' why dost thou feel it ? ' and thou shalt have it ; O ...
Página 99
... wound- ing . ' Had I no eyes but ears , my ears would love That inward beauty and invisible ; Or were I deaf , thy outward parts would move Each part in me that were but sensible : Though neither eyes nor ears , to hear nor see , Yet ...
... wound- ing . ' Had I no eyes but ears , my ears would love That inward beauty and invisible ; Or were I deaf , thy outward parts would move Each part in me that were but sensible : Though neither eyes nor ears , to hear nor see , Yet ...
Página 115
... wound , ' Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster ; And here she meets another sadly scowling , To whom she speaks , and he replies with howling . When he hath ceas'd his ill - resounding noise , Another flap - mouth'd mourner ...
... wound , ' Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster ; And here she meets another sadly scowling , To whom she speaks , and he replies with howling . When he hath ceas'd his ill - resounding noise , Another flap - mouth'd mourner ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adonis Antiochus Bawd bear beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath canst cheeks CLEON Collatine daughter dead dear death deed delight desire DIONYZA doth Ephesus Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion false fear fire flower foul gentle give gods grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honour incest king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Love's fire Lucrece lust Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina mind mistress Mitylene ne'er never night Pentapolis Pericles pity poison'd poor praise Priam Prince of Tyre princes queen quoth seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shame sight Simonides sorrow soul swear sweet Tarquin Tarsus tears tell Tereu Thai Thaisa thee thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou wilt thought thyself Time's tongue true truth Tyre unto weep wind youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 197 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 253 - Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad...
Página 253 - Coral is far more red than her lips red, If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun, If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Página 243 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new. Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely; but, by all above.
Página 225 - In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Página 221 - O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Página 235 - Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place. For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. In many's looks, the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange, But heaven in thy creation did decree, That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
Página 242 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Página 221 - How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot...
Página 246 - 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.