Songs and Sonnets by William Shakespeare ...Macmillan and Company, 1887 - 253 páginas |
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Página 107
... worth they thinly placed are , Or captain jewels in the carcanet . So is the time that keeps you as my chest , Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide To make some special instant special - blest By new unfolding his imprison'd ...
... worth they thinly placed are , Or captain jewels in the carcanet . So is the time that keeps you as my chest , Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide To make some special instant special - blest By new unfolding his imprison'd ...
Página 115
... nature's truth , And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand Praising thy worth , despite his cruel hand . ALAS S it thy will thy image should keep open I 2 60 OF SHAKESPEARE ...
... nature's truth , And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand Praising thy worth , despite his cruel hand . ALAS S it thy will thy image should keep open I 2 60 OF SHAKESPEARE ...
Página 117
... worth do define , As I all other in all worths surmount . But when my glass shows me myself indeed , Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity , Mine own self - love quite contrary I read ; Self so self - loving were iniquity . ' Tis ...
... worth do define , As I all other in all worths surmount . But when my glass shows me myself indeed , Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity , Mine own self - love quite contrary I read ; Self so self - loving were iniquity . ' Tis ...
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... worth the greater , being woo'd of time ; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love , And thou present'st a pure unstained prime . Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days Either not assail'd , or victor being charged ; Yet this ...
... worth the greater , being woo'd of time ; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love , And thou present'st a pure unstained prime . Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days Either not assail'd , or victor being charged ; Yet this ...
Página 127
... name be buried where my body is , And live no more to shame nor me nor you : - For I am shamed by that which I bring forth , And so should you , to love things nothing worth . QUATUOR NOVISSIMA THAT time of year thou mayst in me 22.
... name be buried where my body is , And live no more to shame nor me nor you : - For I am shamed by that which I bring forth , And so should you , to love things nothing worth . QUATUOR NOVISSIMA THAT time of year thou mayst in me 22.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
alack bear beauteous beauty's blesséd blood breath cheek Cuckoo dead dear death dost thou doth earth eternal Exeter College F. T. PALGRAVE face fair fairy false faults fcap fear flowers fool forsworn foul FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gainst gentle give glass golden grace Harvard College hate hath heaven heigh-ho honour kind limbecks live look love thee love's LOVER'S COMPLAINT lovers LYRICAL merry mind mistress moan Muse ne'er never night nonny o'er passion Passionate Pilgrim phoenix pity pleasure poems poet poison'd praise rose SHAKESPEARE shalt shame shine sigh sight sing SONGS AND SONNETS sorrow soul summer swear tears tell thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou wilt thoughts thy beauty thy heart thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth verse vows weep Whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WORLD WELL LOST youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 115 - IKE 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 85 - 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 42 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Página 88 - 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, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 185 - 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 120 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Página 166 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means, which public manners breeds, Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 19 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Página 162 - 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, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Página 161 - When in the chronicle of wasted time, I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed, Even such a beauty as you master now.