Shakespeare's SonnetsTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 160 páginas |
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... once unkind , befriends me now .. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame .. .................. . The forward violet thus did I chide .. Page 20 61 113 145 117 156 86 60 45 78 154 115 19 132 ..... 107 87 120 152 95 24 68 71 119 58 81 ...
... once unkind , befriends me now .. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame .. .................. . The forward violet thus did I chide .. Page 20 61 113 145 117 156 86 60 45 78 154 115 19 132 ..... 107 87 120 152 95 24 68 71 119 58 81 ...
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... once foil'd , Is from the book of honour razed quite , And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd : Then happy I , that love and am belov'd , Where I may not remove , nor be remov'd . XXVI . Lord of my love , to whom in Shakespeare's ...
... once foil'd , Is from the book of honour razed quite , And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd : Then happy I , that love and am belov'd , Where I may not remove , nor be remov'd . XXVI . Lord of my love , to whom in Shakespeare's ...
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... once more re - survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time ; And though they be outstripp'd by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rhyme , Exceeded by the height of ...
... once more re - survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover , Compare them with the bettering of the time ; And though they be outstripp'd by every pen , Reserve them for my love , not for their rhyme , Exceeded by the height of ...
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... once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be , or your affairs suppose , But , like a sad slave , stay and think of nought , Save , where you are how happy you make those : So true a fool is love , that in ...
... once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be , or your affairs suppose , But , like a sad slave , stay and think of nought , Save , where you are how happy you make those : So true a fool is love , that in ...
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... once in the main of light , Crawls to maturity , wherewith being crown'd , Crooked eclipses ' gainst his glory fight , And time that gave , doth now his gift confound . Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth , And delves the ...
... once in the main of light , Crawls to maturity , wherewith being crown'd , Crooked eclipses ' gainst his glory fight , And time that gave , doth now his gift confound . Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth , And delves the ...
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art thou bear beauteous beauty's better angel black night blessed breast bright brow canker canst cheek chide churl cruel Cupid cure dead dear love death decay delight disgrace dost thou doth live eternal eye doth eye hath face false faults fear flowers forsworn foul gainst gentle grace hast thou hate heaven hell holy fire Lest look love thee Love's fire mind mistress muse night numbers Oaths of thy painted perjur'd pity pleasure poor praise pride proud prove rose scythe shadow shalt shame soul spirit steal summer's swear sweet love sworn thee fair tell thence thine eyes things thou art thou dost thou hast thou know'st thou lov'st thou may'st thou upon thy thou wilt thought thy beauty thy fair thy heart thy love thy sweet thy worth thyself Time's tongue truth verse vex'd Whilst youth
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Página 24 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Página 58 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Página 103 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and nnfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Página 110 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Página 100 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone. Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow. They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense-, They are the lords and owners of their faces. Others but stewards of their excellence.
Página 133 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty slander'd with a bastard shame : For since each hand hath put on Nature's power, Fairing the foul with Art's false borrow'd face, Sweet Beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my Mistress...
Página 29 - O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ; To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 't is held, And perspective it is best painter's art.
Página 29 - As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart...
Página 153 - My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease ; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
Página 18 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.