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Pagina 1
... 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 . 8 Thou that art now the ...
... 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 . 8 Thou that art now the ...
Pagina 4
... bear . Mark how one string , sweet husband to another , Strikes each in each by mutual ordering ; Resembling sire and child and happy mother , Who , all in one , one pleasing note do sing : 12 8 12 Whose speechless song , being many ...
... bear . Mark how one string , sweet husband to another , Strikes each in each by mutual ordering ; Resembling sire and child and happy mother , Who , all in one , one pleasing note do sing : 12 8 12 Whose speechless song , being many ...
Pagina 5
... bear'st love to any , Who for thyself art so unprovident . Grant , if thou wilt , thou art belov'd of many , But that thou none lov'st is most evident ; For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st ...
... bear'st love to any , Who for thyself art so unprovident . Grant , if thou wilt , thou art belov'd of many , But that thou none lov'st is most evident ; For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st ...
Pagina 7
... bear . 8 Who lets so fair a house fall to decay , Which husbandry in honour might uphold Against the stormy gusts of winter's day And barren rage of death's eternal cold ? O , none but unthrifts . Dear my love , you know You had a ...
... bear . 8 Who lets so fair a house fall to decay , Which husbandry in honour might uphold Against the stormy gusts of winter's day And barren rage of death's eternal cold ? O , none but unthrifts . Dear my love , you know You had a ...
Pagina 8
... bear you living flowers Much liker than your painted counterfeit : So should the lines of life that life repair , Which this Time's pencil , or my pupil pen , Neither in inward worth nor outward fair , Can make you live yourself in eyes ...
... bear you living flowers Much liker than your painted counterfeit : So should the lines of life that life repair , Which this Time's pencil , or my pupil pen , Neither in inward worth nor outward fair , Can make you live yourself in eyes ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 56 - 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.
Pagina 37 - T'HAT time of year thou mayst in me behold •*• When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Pagina 55 - For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all. CX Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view...
Pagina 47 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show. Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Pagina 49 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell...
Pagina 17 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII 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.
Pagina 9 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ?. Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough Winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...
Pagina 58 - 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.
Pagina 33 - O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Pagina 41 - 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.