The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Venus & Adonis. The rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. A lover's complaint. The passionate pilgrim. Index to the striking passages & beautiesH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... lips with loathed satiety , But rather famish them amid their plenty , Making them red and pale with fresh variety , Ten kisses short as one , one long as twenty : A summer's day will seem an hour but short , Being wasted in such time ...
... lips with loathed satiety , But rather famish them amid their plenty , Making them red and pale with fresh variety , Ten kisses short as one , one long as twenty : A summer's day will seem an hour but short , Being wasted in such time ...
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... lips ; And kissing speaks , with lustful language broken , If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . ' He burns with bashful shame ; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Then with her windy sighs and ...
... lips ; And kissing speaks , with lustful language broken , If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . ' He burns with bashful shame ; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Then with her windy sighs and ...
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... lips were ready for his pay . He winks , and turns his lips another way . Never did passenger , in summer's heat , More thirst for drink , than she for this good turn : Her help she sees , but help she cannot get ; She bathes in water ...
... lips were ready for his pay . He winks , and turns his lips another way . Never did passenger , in summer's heat , More thirst for drink , than she for this good turn : Her help she sees , but help she cannot get ; She bathes in water ...
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... lips with those fair lips of thine , ( Though mine be not so fair , yet are they red ) The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine : - What seest thou in the ground ? hold up thy head : Look in mine eyeballs ; there thy beauty lies ...
... lips with those fair lips of thine , ( Though mine be not so fair , yet are they red ) The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine : - What seest thou in the ground ? hold up thy head : Look in mine eyeballs ; there thy beauty lies ...
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... lips the worse for one poor kiss ? Speak , fair ; but speak fair words , or else be mute : Give me one kiss ; I'll give it thee again ; And one for interest , if thou wilt have twain . Fie , lifeless picture , cold and senseless stone ...
... lips the worse for one poor kiss ? Speak , fair ; but speak fair words , or else be mute : Give me one kiss ; I'll give it thee again ; And one for interest , if thou wilt have twain . Fie , lifeless picture , cold and senseless stone ...
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Adonis bear beauteous beauty's behold blood blushing boar breast breath bright brow cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lords falchion false fault fear fire flower forsworn foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor kiss lend light lips live looks love's love's fire Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust mayst mind Muse never night numbers o'er pale PASSIONATE PILGRIM pity poison'd poor praise Priam pride proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE seem'd shadow SHAK shame sighs sight Sonnet sorrow soul swear Tarquin tears thee thence thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou shalt thou wilt thought thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis weary weep wherein wind words wound youth
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Стр. 158 - 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.
Стр. 212 - 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.
Стр. 266 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Стр. 213 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all. ex. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view...
Стр. 218 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 231 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
Стр. 226 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, — and prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
Стр. 200 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast — I was not sick of any fear...
Стр. 213 - Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie : That is my home of love : if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain.
Стр. 197 - I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read. And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.