The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several OccasionsMunroe, Francis and Parker, 1808 - 204 páginas |
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... sorrow may on this arise ; Then looking scornfully he doth despise His naked armour of still slaughter'd lust , And justly thus controls his thoughts unjust . Fair torch , burn out thy light , and lend it not To darken her , whose light ...
... sorrow may on this arise ; Then looking scornfully he doth despise His naked armour of still slaughter'd lust , And justly thus controls his thoughts unjust . Fair torch , burn out thy light , and lend it not To darken her , whose light ...
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... sorrow to the sage , This dying virtue , this surviving shame , Whose crime will bear an ever - during blame . Ó what excuse can my invention make , When thou shalt charge me with so black a deed ! Will not my tongue be mute , my frail ...
... sorrow to the sage , This dying virtue , this surviving shame , Whose crime will bear an ever - during blame . Ó what excuse can my invention make , When thou shalt charge me with so black a deed ! Will not my tongue be mute , my frail ...
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... sorrow I shall breed ; But nothing can affection's course control , Or stop the headlong fury of his speed . I know repentant tears ensue the deed , Reproach , disdain , and deadly enmity ; Yet strive I to embrace mine infamy . This ...
... sorrow I shall breed ; But nothing can affection's course control , Or stop the headlong fury of his speed . I know repentant tears ensue the deed , Reproach , disdain , and deadly enmity ; Yet strive I to embrace mine infamy . This ...
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... the nightly linen , that she wears , He pens her piteous clamours in her head , Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed . O that foul lust should stain so pure a bed 162 TARQUIN AND LUCRECE.
... the nightly linen , that she wears , He pens her piteous clamours in her head , Cooling his hot face in the chastest tears That ever modest eyes with sorrow shed . O that foul lust should stain so pure a bed 162 TARQUIN AND LUCRECE.
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... time to see his friends his foes , And merry fools to mock at him resort ; Let him have time to mark how slow time goes In time of sorrow , and how swift and short His time of folly , and his time of sport 70 TARQUIN AND LUCRECE .
... time to see his friends his foes , And merry fools to mock at him resort ; Let him have time to mark how slow time goes In time of sorrow , and how swift and short His time of folly , and his time of sport 70 TARQUIN AND LUCRECE .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adonis art thou bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood blushing breast breath brow cheeks Colatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lord false fame fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hate hath hear heart heaven Helen hide honour Ilium Jove king kiss Laomedon Lest lips live looks love's love's fire Lucrece Lucretius lust may'st Menelaus mind never night numbers o'er pale Phrygian pity pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam Procris proud queen quoth rage rich seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight sorrow soul strive swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thro thy love thyself time's tongue Troy true truth unto Venus VENUS AND ADONIS vex'd weep Whilst wind wound youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 96 - 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 117 - 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 111 - 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 147 - And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Página 152 - ... 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 102 - 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 100 - 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 111 - 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 110 - 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 113 - 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.