The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
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Стр. 49
His fauchion on a fint he softly smiteth , That from the cold stone sparks of fire do
fly , Whereat a waxen torch forth with he lighteth , Which must be load - star to his
lustful eye ; And to the flame thus speaks advisedly ; “ As from this cold flint I ...
His fauchion on a fint he softly smiteth , That from the cold stone sparks of fire do
fly , Whereat a waxen torch forth with he lighteth , Which must be load - star to his
lustful eye ; And to the flame thus speaks advisedly ; “ As from this cold flint I ...
Стр. 85
Such devils steal effects from lightless hell , For Sinon in his fire doth quake with
cold , And in that cold hot - burning fire doth dwell ; These contraries , such unity
do hold , Only to flatter fools , and make them bold : So Priam's trust false Sinon's
...
Such devils steal effects from lightless hell , For Sinon in his fire doth quake with
cold , And in that cold hot - burning fire doth dwell ; These contraries , such unity
do hold , Only to flatter fools , and make them bold : So Priam's trust false Sinon's
...
Стр. 107
Herein live wisdom , beauty , and increase ; Without this , folly , age , and cold
decay ; If all were minded so , the times should cease , And threescore years
would make the world away , Let those whom nature hath not made for store ,
Harsh ...
Herein live wisdom , beauty , and increase ; Without this , folly , age , and cold
decay ; If all were minded so , the times should cease , And threescore years
would make the world away , Let those whom nature hath not made for store ,
Harsh ...
Стр. 158
The triffoly , the pine ; and on this heath Stands many a plant that feels cold
Zephyr's breath . Here the young Cephalus , tir'd in the chace , Us'd bis repose
and rest alone t'embrace ; And where he sat , these words he would repeat , “
Come ...
The triffoly , the pine ; and on this heath Stands many a plant that feels cold
Zephyr's breath . Here the young Cephalus , tir'd in the chace , Us'd bis repose
and rest alone t'embrace ; And where he sat , these words he would repeat , “
Come ...
Стр. 173
But kept cold distance , and did thence remove , To spend her living in eternal
love . But , O ! my sweet , what labour is't to leave The thing we have not , mast'
ring what not strives ? Playing the place which did no form receive ; Playing
patient ...
But kept cold distance , and did thence remove , To spend her living in eternal
love . But , O ! my sweet , what labour is't to leave The thing we have not , mast'
ring what not strives ? Playing the place which did no form receive ; Playing
patient ...
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Стр. 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...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.