Poems Written by Mr. William ShakespeareReprinted for T. Evans, 1775 - 250 páginas |
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Página 89
... First hovering o'er the paper with her quill ; Conceit and grief an eager combat fight , What wit fets down , is blotted ftill with will ; This is too curious good , this blunt and ill ; Much like a prefs of people at a door , Tarquin ...
... First hovering o'er the paper with her quill ; Conceit and grief an eager combat fight , What wit fets down , is blotted ftill with will ; This is too curious good , this blunt and ill ; Much like a prefs of people at a door , Tarquin ...
Página 114
... first your flave , I should in thought controul your times of pleasure ; Or at your hand th ' account of hours to crave , Being your vaffal , bound to ftay your leisure . O let me fuffer ( being at your beck ) Th ' imprifon'd abfence of ...
... first your flave , I should in thought controul your times of pleasure ; Or at your hand th ' account of hours to crave , Being your vaffal , bound to ftay your leisure . O let me fuffer ( being at your beck ) Th ' imprifon'd abfence of ...
Página 127
... first created . Till nature , as she wrought thee , fell a doating , And by addition me of thee defeated ; By adding one thing , to my purpose nothing . But fince the prick'd thee out for womens pleasure , Mine be thy love , and thy ...
... first created . Till nature , as she wrought thee , fell a doating , And by addition me of thee defeated ; By adding one thing , to my purpose nothing . But fince the prick'd thee out for womens pleasure , Mine be thy love , and thy ...
Página 135
... first it ' gins to bud ; A brittle glafs , that's broken prefently . A doubtful good , a glofs , a glass , a flower , Loft , faded , broken , dead within an hour , And as goods loft , are feld ' or never found ; As faded glofs no ...
... first it ' gins to bud ; A brittle glafs , that's broken prefently . A doubtful good , a glofs , a glass , a flower , Loft , faded , broken , dead within an hour , And as goods loft , are feld ' or never found ; As faded glofs no ...
Página 160
... first the very worst of fortune's might . And other ftrains of woe , which now feem woe , Compar'd with lofs of thee , will not seem fo . Some glory in their birth , fome in their skill , Some in their wealth , fome in their bodies ...
... first the very worst of fortune's might . And other ftrains of woe , which now feem woe , Compar'd with lofs of thee , will not seem fo . Some glory in their birth , fome in their skill , Some in their wealth , fome in their bodies ...
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Adonis againſt beauty beauty's beft behold bluſhing breaft breath cheeks Colatine dead dear death defire doft thou doth excufe eyes face faid fair falfe fame fear feek feem fhadow fhall fhalt fhame fhew fhould fhow fighs fight filly fing fire flain fleep fome forrow foul fpring freſh ftand ftate ftill ftrife ftrong fuch fummer fweet glaſs grace grief hath heart herſelf himſelf honour huſband kifs lips live looks love's Lucrece luft Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night paffion pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe prefent Priam quoth fhe reafon reft regifter rofe ſay ſeem Sextus Tarquinius ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpend ſtand ſtay ſtill ſweet Tarquin tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thou doft thought thouſand thro thyfelf tongue treaſure true unto uſe weep Whilft whofe Whoſe wound yourſelf youth
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Página 152 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 109 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Página 155 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Página 108 - 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 174 - 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 proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream.
Página 185 - 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, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Página 163 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Página 175 - ... 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 : I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground : And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Página 161 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Página 126 - 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...