The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
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Стр. 73
Revealing day thro ' every cranny spies , And seems to point her out where she
sits weeping , To whom she sobbing speaks ! Oh , eye of eyes ! Why pry'st thou
thro ' my window ? leave thy peeping , Mock with thy tickling beams , eyes that
are ...
Revealing day thro ' every cranny spies , And seems to point her out where she
sits weeping , To whom she sobbing speaks ! Oh , eye of eyes ! Why pry'st thou
thro ' my window ? leave thy peeping , Mock with thy tickling beams , eyes that
are ...
Стр. 91
Yet sometimes Tarquin was pronounced plain , But through his teeth , as if his
name he tore : This windy tempest , till it blew up Held back his sorrow's tidle to
make it more , At last it rains , and busy winds gives o'er : Then son and father
weep ...
Yet sometimes Tarquin was pronounced plain , But through his teeth , as if his
name he tore : This windy tempest , till it blew up Held back his sorrow's tidle to
make it more , At last it rains , and busy winds gives o'er : Then son and father
weep ...
Стр. 97
Why should he live , now nature bankrupt is , Beggar'd of blood , to blush thro '
lively veins ; For she hath no exchequer now but his , And proud of many , lives
upon his gains . O ! him she stores , to shew what wealth she had , In days long ...
Why should he live , now nature bankrupt is , Beggar'd of blood , to blush thro '
lively veins ; For she hath no exchequer now but his , And proud of many , lives
upon his gains . O ! him she stores , to shew what wealth she had , In days long ...
Стр. 121
For thro ' the painter must you see his skill , To find where your true image pictur'd
lies , Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still , That hath his windows glazed
with thine eyes . Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done ; Mine eyes ...
For thro ' the painter must you see his skill , To find where your true image pictur'd
lies , Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still , That hath his windows glazed
with thine eyes . Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done ; Mine eyes ...
Стр. 164
... day and night ; Nor land nor sea lies open to our flight , Only the air remains ;
then let us try To cut a passage thro ' the air ... not to mount above the skies ; But
make this refuge , since I can prepare No means to fly , my lord , but throʻ the air
.
... day and night ; Nor land nor sea lies open to our flight , Only the air remains ;
then let us try To cut a passage thro ' the air ... not to mount above the skies ; But
make this refuge , since I can prepare No means to fly , my lord , but throʻ the air
.
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arms bear beauty behold blood breast breath cheeks cold dead dear death deeds deep delight desire dost doth earth eyes face fair false fame father fault fear fire flowers foul gentle give grace grief grow hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hide hold honour hour keep kind king kiss leave lies light lips live looks love's Lucrece lust mind needs never night once pity pleasure poor praise proud prove queen quoth rich rose seen shame sight sorrow soul speak stand stay strong sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought thro thyself tongue true truth turn unto Venus weep Whilst wife wind worth wound wrong youth
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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.
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| Название | The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several Occasions |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издание: | 2 |
| Издатель | Munroe, Francis and Parker, 1808 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Нью-Йоркская публичная библиотека |
| Оцифровано | 5 янв 2007 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 204 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |