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Pagina 12
... grace their art , They draw but what they see , know not the heart . 2 put besides : put out of 8 12 5 fear of trust : fearing to trust myself ( ? ) , lacking all self - confi dence ( ? ) 12 that more ... 10 presagers : indicators ...
... grace their art , They draw but what they see , know not the heart . 2 put besides : put out of 8 12 5 fear of trust : fearing to trust myself ( ? ) , lacking all self - confi dence ( ? ) 12 that more ... 10 presagers : indicators ...
Pagina 14
... grace when clouds do blot the heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night , When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even . 12 But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer , And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem ...
... grace when clouds do blot the heaven : So flatter I the swart - complexion'd night , When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even . 12 But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer , And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem ...
Pagina 20
... grace , in whom all ill well shows , Kill me with spites ; yet we must not be foes . 1 with manners : becomingly 13 , 14 And that thou teachest . 8 12 8 127 11 entertain : pass away 1-14 Cf. n . remain ; cf. n . 5 if for : if because of ...
... grace , in whom all ill well shows , Kill me with spites ; yet we must not be foes . 1 with manners : becomingly 13 , 14 And that thou teachest . 8 12 8 127 11 entertain : pass away 1-14 Cf. n . remain ; cf. n . 5 if for : if because of ...
Pagina 27
... grace you have some part , But you like none , none you , for constant heart . 54 O , how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet ...
... grace you have some part , But you like none , none you , for constant heart . 54 O , how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet ...
Pagina 34
... grace impiety , That sin by him advantage should achieve , And lace itself with his society ? Why should false painting imitate his cheek , And steal dead seeing of his living hue ? Why should poor beauty indirectly seek Roses of shadow ...
... grace impiety , That sin by him advantage should achieve , And lace itself with his society ? Why should false painting imitate his cheek , And steal dead seeing of his living hue ? Why should poor beauty indirectly seek Roses of shadow ...
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ampton antique Astrophel and Stella beauteous beauty's better blessed bright couplet dark woman dead death deeds disgrace dost thou doth Dowden earth edge of doom edition eternal face fair false fear flowers gentle give grace hate hath heaven limbecks live look lov'st love thee love's Love's fire Mary Fitton memory mind mistress Muse night painted paraphrased Passionate Pilgrim Petrarch Pity pleasure poems poet poet's poor pride proud prove quarto Rape of Lucrece remov'd rose sestet shadow Shake Shakespeare Shakespeare's sonnets shalt shame sight soul spirit summer's tell thine eyes things thou art thou dost thou hast thou mayst thou wilt thought thy beauty thy heart thy love thy show thy sweet thy worth thyself Time's pencil tongue treasure true truth Venus and Adonis verse waste weed Whilst wrinkles youth
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.